I miss her
Soft dusty browns
Big open skies
Hanging the stars so low
The mountains touch
Morning sun sparkling over her
Nights' moon
Turning the hot and dry into a cool dream
Where nothing looks real
And everything feels right
Beauty in day
Mystery in night.
wow..you are actually very good at this..use you in my book..it seems i've been there with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poetry here!