in the hills of green
the sunshines asheen
like a panther...you come upon thee
without a warning...a trace
like a panther...coming upon thee
without a warning...a traced
entrance by your charms
you are like royalty
humbly wearing your arms
words are not spoken
understood
the dance has begun
the future is love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem