Where is the isle that floats
Just outside Valletta on
Nights when the mists
Rise off Xghajra and move
Down the coast to Marsascala?
A Poet Seer told me he saw the isle.
It was a blizzard tempest yet
He ventured out; for desperation
Made him find the isle.
And in that desperation
The Poet Seer too found his inspiration
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem