stricken gong; a provoking sound
bursting waterdrops on the ground
showering bits and pieces of sand
purring; then quiet moment stand
crescending notes from far beyond
rippling waves across the ocean
wings gentle flight in time span
in our mind leave us to be kind
music cradle our heart desire
waves touch the shore with fire
flight lands gentle as feather
brings out in us a true dreamer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem