His face a rapture
Hers a serenity shows
Now a rusty cross
By the tide's shock
Marks their lives' litany
By that green sea
Sifting
stones
restlessly
Fro and to
Fro and to
Me and you
Wave surge
Stone knock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Great poetry, Hugh. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.