In November
when the storm
is passing
and the blue
slowly
regains the sky,
the last clouds
sculpturing linger.
Huge figures
of restive horses,
mighty bodies
of wrestling athletes,
graceful faces
of dancing girls
and while the sunset colours them
and dresses the sky with fantasy
my eyes smile
sculptured in beauty.
12.11.'14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marvelous poem.....beautifully inked....10.....
Thank you very much.