there had a man that i did not know
wrapped in a legend
between friends and family
He flied all your long way
~Since he left Verbena bay~
wars and battles in the air
and medals for a son
in your way to back home
he had two faces to flare
~in that sad way the men return~
through bordering of trees
a profound silhouette walked
so many times tired with a bouquet in hands
in a wounded soul grown
A floral heart
that he shared by the way
And all people said
when he passed by
Oh! Can you feel that?
~He still comes ~
The man of Verbena Bay!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a kind gentle picture you painted with your words here.