The moment she had birth in here,
Metamorphosed in hues galore;
She flew to dreamy worlds, so dear
With magic wings to every door.
Her wordy spell from spring to spring,
Spread love mundane and peace divine;
The Fay had made so many sing,
And filled their minds with special wine.
Her wings are beating still though old;
Her heart is full of lovely tunes;
Her energy is one untold;
Unscathed she flies in life's fortunes!
This Bard has sung for twelve years long,
And kept all here enthralled by song.
The raptures of her melodies
Is felt throughout AllPoetry.
Oh, what a pleasant job, she did,
In dizzy heights as God had bid!
The Book of Life has etched her name,
In endless glory, heav'nly fame.
Congrats dear Poetess Sandygram,
From all here at AllPoetry!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 16-06-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem