Summer sun
And fairground turn,
Afternoon edge
On the cusp of a smile.
Feminine drop
In rolling time,
The ocean front
And spots of thunderstorm black.
Horizons fraught
With distant rain,
Nighttime loss
And the sound of the sound of the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this turning of events through a moment in time, the crisp imagery, and the alliteration of the last line! This is good, best I have read in some time.