"As I walk alone
this serene morning
the sun shines
like silver cup
its rays spreads
across the plains
creating another day
its the same with you
in this silent dusk
you are like a flower
that never withers
you continue to linger on
a scent that no one forgets
that in every breath one takes
in every note one writes
the astonished night
sleeps and slides away...
you are like the morning dew
spreading the boughs
and the coming blue
its love like no other
praising your beauty
with a thousand wings of joy
stretching art to the limit
in breath taking ecstacy."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a lovely poem, James....10++++
Thank you Mr Bernard Asuncion for your comment, will do the same with you later on.