gentle willow weeps
over mourning fellow;
feltbranches cradling peace
true heart; warm kiss
walking teary eyes
beneath those sole; flies
on the horizon; a rosy cheeks
blessed soul could speak
deaf ears soon hear
whistling feathers bear
mystic of the night gone
ripples, seen, sun shine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done manonton..........great write..will be back for more and keep writing