I see a silver mountain lake
I only see the waters
I see the river deep and wild
the muddy liquid delta
I see a bayou in the swamp
as black as ebony
and once again a hillside creek
is whispering to me
I see the waters of the world
I hear the ocean rise
as moonlit ripples flash and flirt
just like a maiden's eyes
beautiful imagery, well written and well presented thoughts, thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very nice poem about a maiden's eyes.