Swells of orange dust
move round and round
in the breeze
by
the molly tree
with white, fragrant blooms.
Filling the air with
beautiful
perfume.
As the music of the flute
flows through the trees
across medows green.
Lost
in the babbling
of a stream.
Of the land
of enchanted dreams.
A lovely write. Ah enchanted dreams so wonderful Patricia Gale
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Roy what a wonderful enchanting poem. Loved the imagery. It made you think you were almost there. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David