A copper plated Poseidon stands testament to the immortality of the Gods.
Water runs smooth shivers down his spine. Black swans soaked in morning
Dew drift upon the wings of one another nearby. Close to the scene stands a memorial
To all those souls sent to the slaughter of the Somme. A church stands,
Un-forgiving in grandeur, concave mirrors flip reality upon the slip side.
This is deep... lol and imagery is wonder ful... its all i cansay good job.. Missy
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I would like to translate this poem
I loved this: rich imagery, immpecable style