Again, your hair is hairy,
Again in your forest, eyes, eyes, ears,
The green veins are phagun kaal
Shaon songs rushing on my page. |
- What do you want me to do?
- Where? I do not want anything
- My hair does not get expensive shampoo and face makeup, sea-forest, and all things ...
- Does the water of the sea know how much blue it looks from a distance? Or the dense green grass in the forest? Does he even know how much green I am to him?
- This is seen after so many years; Where did you ask if I was not?
- You were good. I have seen you every day.
- What do you see? Water or blood?
- The eyes of the princess from behind ...
I do not know how the sky princess is a virgin and ...
Fire in your eyes
Abrupt male hands on the chest
I did not see blood, there was only water ...
Still love me? Provide shelter in poetry? What do you want to tell me? - Love. So why do you want to? If you can not give it all!
- What do you want? Blood or water?
- There is no one. You want to touch the last time. Poetry on the body ... in the heart of the poem ... and the heart is in the ocean in the ocean ... and who knows the ruler of this empire?
- You know, you. So?
- No, I do not. Imagine
- Imagine? Again your imagination? Can you touch me with imagination? The fate that lies in your hand, can you scoff at the laughing of the crazy madness? Can you mix in a thirsty valley, feel like a man of dreams? Blue color can be painted with black and white only? Just yours?
- I touched you as the morning breeze
With imagination and love wrapper,
Do not sleep on the chest, broken waves, the hair of the sky is the dream of the man
You slept ... You could not understand the intensity of light, the fate of my imagination, the black color of the black and white, the ending story on the shore ... - If we go today. Dreams are ending dear? When will you meet again?
I'll tell you, your touches the story ... - It's like a legend.