It was a story of bliss
A warmth that will never disappear
Like another past scripts
One by one would leave
And the pen stands still
Embraced with lots of fear
I would always be the second
The second choices
The second man to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the pen stands still Embraced with lots of fear............./// and fight to win the soul love ///