Echoes of another world:
Hiding deep within the shadows.
Sometimes we receive hints:
When a gust of wind sifts the leaves;
When the twilight turns to violet;
When a subtle light reveals,
The intrinsic beauty of things,
We often don't take time to notice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great well written poem that so resonates with me. Too true indeed. Well done Dominic and a full 10 score good sir. Take care and i wish you well.