Teeming life 'neath my feet
and I
Wait with bated breath
All is still on this hillside
as we wait..
the faint tinkling of your anklets
now drawing closer
birds break into song
leaves dance
the river in silver ripples
and I blow a thousand bubbles,
your image in each one
in rainbow hues
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an exquisite photo to go along perfectly with your charming poem.
Thank you so much