Oh what a swings of wind, silence talking
blue gathers twilight for night to rise by its wing
In full moon white to play in ball room
by Law of attraction, gravity to captivate
Earth to sing songs of love in joy of symphony.
Rose rhymes in rhythm, pattern whispers to see
Vision commits no crime, breath is no wine to drink
Soul meditates, silhouette surrenders to bail out solitude
Darkness hovers around, shield of black is never heinous.
In inimitable hours, bees browse from flower to flower
From deep of sleep honey coalesces to in its comb
Tide raves with blue on canvass of white to touch moon
Ocean serenades, darkness absolves milling in waves.
Sweet breeze braces gloss of waves, love oscillates to wedge
Song of love weaves a web, the bridge jingles in cornfield
Unison flounces with fill of joy yet over centuries
Yet curve of love swaddles in heart of embodiment in winds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a verse! ...if ones heart is not dead it finds joy everyehere whatever it may be in mans gathering or in winds swings....... nice...diction is notable..