up on pretty hill where
nobody try dare to stay
sits a beauty overlooking
plains of fruiting vines
scented by breezing sea
nurturing juice of gods
when sails comes to roast
night sky kiss ridges mound
reflecting yellowish richness
that sparkles and rebounds
I hold my breath in awe
beautiful indeed, I head
and I remember your smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Holding breath is beautiful in this wise expression. Fantastic poem shared with reality. Nice sharing...10