There she is
Standing in the sun
Like a glittering prize
Awarded to my eyes.
Sparkling
As silver stream does run
And is gone
Like a breeze
As fragile beauty flees.
There she is
Running through the night
Like a long lost dream
Clothed in crinoline cream
Glowing
Like a shooting star
Shimmering in flight
Passion burns so bright
Then she fades
Through moonlit glades
Like a wish set free
For eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem