I have captured it in an invincible fort of a teardrop
A face like shifting sand
Moving and taking shape
Of named and yet to be dibbed desires
A face averaged out on catwalk
Of my dazzling city lights
A face that connects to limbs and flesh
That holds no challenge to
Limbs and flesh that becomes
Iliad, Taj Mahal or a war
It’s the face, the uneven lunar surface
Where light from suns of my eyes
spread evenly, divinely leaving me
Gasping fro breath, grasping for desires’
Mindless spread
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I would like to translate this poem
UNIQUELY express... i like it. thanks for sharing.md