How fresh the air is today.
A poet has walked this way,
as silently alive as the breeze
playing with the almond blossom.
I was suddenly taken, Sherrie, by the thought that poets exist between poems...
I'm constantly amazed with all the styles you seem to master, Michael, and I am exquisitely jealous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Michael, This is a perfect jewel of a poem! Fine writing as always. Best, Hugh