How gracious would be,
the lonely vale of heart!
If dreams begin to fall
As flakes of snow.
My silver coloured sprouts,
In the pleasure of the morning sun
Dissolve in the glory of dawn
Forgetting all the tears of the blue night
'Tis the hope I ever see in my dreams
And 'tis the dream ever I've in my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
extraordinary! your new poems (3) are excellent i love them all...happy writing