Here I stand
facing the infinite sea;
My bare feet
mounted on the silken shore
getting warm
as the creeping sun
slowly rises
above distant islets.
Alas, my heart is as cold
as the gust of winds
that gently stroke my hair
making it sway
like that of Pocahontas'.
The great imagery of this poem transported me to the scene.....infinite sea. Beautifully crafted and well conveyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truly fascinating poem......10++++