Morning as morning...
The sun as the sun...
But beams shone-
All the same not so....
The squint rabbit
Has frightened
The lame - squirrel...
But wolves do not
Frightened them, more...
Only intolerable
Cold - indifference...
Which walked with a cap
Invisible by winds...
Look as, grey cardinal...
But, Woodfairy sings
From the morning still
For a fern and a maple..
But he stay on across brook,
In both hands - took
Too, one's old the map...
Morning as morning...
The sun as the sun...
But beams shined-
All the same not as....
A poem picture of great worth. You are a wonderful imagist. Warmest regards, Sandra
A lovely picture you have painted here Tsira, a delightful read! ! Best wishes, *10* Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is absolutly wonderful Tsira...thouroughly enjoyed reading it....Fi 10