As we feel as bristle blue
by mere bouncing upon the wings
when eyes delves the truth
even from dream of the moon
as when glimmered by the glaze
yet by the beauty unequalled
to the riff of reason when blazed
by the faith of hours as swayed
as when accorded as the bliss
when refluxed from the quest
form each moment of morning
onto the last depth of night
and revel upon in the realm of passion
in the midst of stream eternal
swaying like a grass blade
across the meadow as when resourced
by the gleams of love when blue
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I would like to translate this poem
Awesome work, I do accord so much your work...as when accorded as the bliss and revel upon in the realm of passion in the midst of stream eternal....across the meadow as when resourced by the gleams of love when blue. thanks for sharing.