Blind to the image of a face
painted on a reversible
one-sided canvas.
Intoxicated by willowy
language of passion
A solitary heart searches
for the fire
and gentleness
of true love.
Inside a square circle
of doubt
words freeze
in brilliant sun.
Scented thoughts
of romance
linger
Then drift off
'till
they reach
the gold black moon.
Dreams slumber
on wafted breeze
Quilted by colorful
patterns
of desire.
Caged by fantasies
of cold heat
reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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