You invite me
I am playing with the afternoon rays
Dark in my eyes still carries the dreams
The road that end at my door step again waiting for a new morning
Doors and windows still in search to hear from you
Still with the aroma of prayers
Still standing on the stone
That was falling down from your hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The road that ends at my door step again waiting for a new morning'... What a line! ..