By chance of chance two pebbles meet
Rolling through a river
Or the shuffle of one’s feet.
Auburn hair or is it brown
Sunlit highlights dancing around
Manicured brows sheltering your eyes
Today blue tomorrow green
A medium of hazel so it tries
Heartfelt touch soft smooth fingers
Lips of cherry a wanting lingers
A pair of chance one said by chance
As an orchard of many
Paired to dance
As the pebbles destined to meet?
Life’s current like that of the river
One shall see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow awesome rhymin. I admire yor poetic talent here. The imagery is great to read. I like how u say, 'manicured'. Nice to read u again.