Has the love any end?
Errants may have.
From an unknown remote
Rows of hot tears roll down
Over my inane existence
On whose command I know not
For days, months & years.
The epic of eternal love
Spreads, shines with a glow
From soil to wind
Wind to blues
And blues to galaxies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem