gurgle of my streams,
slopes to the paddy field where
birds of the morning sing,
ol' tall bamboo forests kissing the river
as mother wind bends them to bathe,
sniffling sounds after the dip,
they made my song, take me,
take me to my songs
streaks of her silver lightning as she debuts on stage,
her beloved thunder clapping - be it day or gloom
dashed hopes of sailing boats, slowy drizzle finis -
but with a kaleidoscope on the window pane
coloured with eve's vermillion
then the first star peeps out, one -
one in a million
they made my sketch, take me,
take me to my sketches
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Lovely poem. Great imagery. "dashed hopes of sailing boats.." NICE one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem dear friend. Many congratulations for this beautiful poem being displayed on the home page today as Poem of the Day.