In the long city
There’s a wall of ivy
And meandering boughs
And sprig lets
Flourishing.
Around on the lawn
Roam the cats and
Mice.
Holy the scents
Rises
The heavens open
Now
Then close
Then again
Open.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Secret worlds disguised in time of day and seasons..I too have sensed there is more than meets the eye..wonderful description here..