(dedicated to Mr. John Tiong Chunghoo, a poet friend at poemhunter)
frangipani fold the same valley in
over another shines shooting stars
I recall murmurous soft Indian ocean
sensuous perfumes of vine in morning
high marching clouds in Summer sky
around us and close by, mistier
an ancient tale of idleness
of two that mostly loved
some stars were golden
and some were pure silver
all were blown to such a tune
aspiring sweetly like a flower
I can smell it, feel it and I love it the words and the timeless place and feeling that they convey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is where the poem is ahmad; ; ; ; some stars were golden and some were pure silver all were blown to such a tune aspiring sweetly like a flower