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Author: ŠŽEva Petropoulou Eva Lianou Petropoulou.
An Greec Poet.
Bangla Translated by:
Md. Sadiqur Rahman Rumen.
An Bangladeshi Poet.
poem by Orginal English
I miss the hug
A hug that they give you and you forget the weaknesses of your existence.
I miss a kiss
The kiss that someone give you and your stomach make those noise like is full of butterflies
I miss the smile
That childish smile that you have
U are smiling and all nature become
Pink
I miss the walk to the beach
The waves
The perfume of the salt
I miss the sunshine and the sunset
All the simple things that I had
I miss the generosity of people
I miss the kindness of grandparents
I miss the relaxing moments of drinking a coffee
Now, they all want your friend, your position, your talent, your contact, your potential, your life almost but no one...
Nobody want to get in your shoes
They are too tide.!!!!
ŠŽEva Petropoulou Eva Lianou Petropoulou.
Chife Editor: Md. Sadiqur Rahman Rumen
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