thousand years back,
when i was in love.
i had a great passion on my world.
my world was me, she and
our wings like that of butterflies...
now in each moments..
passes centuries and centuries..
life is too bigger and too smaller
than a life..
i still have a great passion on my world.
a world newer than thousand years..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem