She was smiling
but her voice kind was stern.
When I came to her
I felt relieved,
that she was calm.
Wet the sand if comes a storm.
And while upon a dune, I stand,
because across the open plains
winds loved only this her blue
rose, 'Anchala...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
J-iip, It sounds very lovely..10... Tsira