You see it, you feel it
On a languid Summer's day,
The longing to climb the cumulus stairways
To the high blue portals of Elyseion.
It is there where the roadways
Of past and future meet;
Where sweetheart waits for lover
From lives long flown away;
Where enemies forgive wrongs gone before;
And youth is sculpted in each form forever.
Do you build those crystal citadels,
You who die young?
Do we inherit that ancient Peace,
We, who die old?
Indrani, you do not have info about yourself but you write with such knowledge and understanding. Just curious. Keep writing and sharing - you have a great gift. Hugs, Marilyn
You don't have anything about yourself, Indrani, and I would love to know your age. You writing with such knowledge and understanding of nature and the world. Just curious! Great writing. Hugs, Marilyn
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I would like to translate this poem
a line worth a million..... wow The longing to climb the cumulus stairways loved yer poem :)