Flufy white feathers,
Sweeping across the blue
vastness above,
A sight to savour in blissfulness,
For the wind,
The master artist is painting,
On the blue board above.
From the south;
A cascading waterfall,
With rapids white,
Pouring over the slowly,
Fading sphere of orange fire,
Slowly but steadily taking refuge to the mountains.
To the north,
A sea calm and white,
Ushering the night,
Yet to be born.
About you.About your gift for poetry.Concerning your beauty of spirit of I've got so much to say.....bit not now.Not now.Yet you flourishes in my spirit.You do.So thank you for being the marvelous poet that you are.And you are inimitableThe world appreciates that and more 'bout you.God bless you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A marvelous poem! Got so much to say.But words elude me.So.Stay pretty.