I dwell in the
Warmth of your shells:
I wake up at night
And parade peacefully;
My head finds refuge
Beneath the wings of your pillows
The spirit of love and power
Possess us like a demon;
As your love like a cloud
Continues to shower on me,
In my heart which toils
On the field of my loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love saves us from loneliness, saves us from ourselves, lightens our load as we dream our dreams! Stunning write!
It really does. Well said, my friend. Thanks for your nice appraisals