If then there were moonless long nights...
And the silent horseman went, like same...
If then the horse, too, was more blackish
As homeless thoughts over sad- knight...
What the smallest birdie could do of a garden
She sang in the afternoon and night by ear her thin.
So, did light for a sympathetic the fan of red rose,
Look, morning has caught up, them, with white horse...
Vivid and strong write Tsira...jumps off the page to my mind...Fi 10++++
Mythology and mystery pervade this fascinating poem about power of the small. White horses, red roses and little birdies - such a graceful combination. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Lovely images created by you here Tsira, well done. Best wishes, Andrew
As homeless thoughts over sad- knight... ------------ I like the sound of it and the image too....
Ah, Tsira, such a lovely and tender poem, rich in texture and imagery. Very sweet and well done.10++++
Loved the imagination of this poem, Poetic language flowed beautifully! ; D
What the smallest birdie could do of a garden She sang in the afternoon and night by ear her thin. So, did light for a sympathetic the fan of red rose, Look, morning has caught up, them, with white horse.. perfect way of writing and professionally expressed with symbolic way... really great work is this one.. sweet, rich and meaningful...liked it 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating imagery Tsira...profound one! ! ! the white horse of morning glow through the face! ! !