He stood in the garden.
Looking deeply into two eyes.
Blue as the skies.
She lights a cigarette.
Holds it lightly between her fingertips.
A wisp of smoke floats upon the air.
He adores her loveliness.
And at the moon, the two lovers admiringly stare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love generates from blue eyes and wisp of smoke from cigar. So nicely and hauntingly you have inscribed this poem, dear Lamer, thank u for sharing.10