In the pressure of seasons we complete our winter-article; taking a long time
Those which are dry, basically having those
We create water in the freaking late autumn
Then put on the dress of onus faced rupture
As if someone is looking wide chest in ambushes
From the gap of straw mat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Sadik. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.