When the grass lingers the hot season
everywhere -no slight ruins of summer
when I linger to see your face when
I sit down to write poetry, you come in me
My heart is you, my life is you. I have
known love only from you.Thus, you
dwell in my eyes and live in my poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple short and beautiful