As Sun-Song
We wandered long in valleys under the sun
Near scarlet poppies and white camomiles...
He began a song and butterflies repeated words....
With smallest wings rustle night's moon light...
A truly beautiful piece - a little journey through poetic paradise. S :)
Quiet wanderng in the valleys together sounds so peaceful Tsira - - a lovely warm verse....10 + ++ Fay
I don't know for sure that the 'imagery in this brief song captures you' as a poet in your own right or as wish fulfillment for guys like David Harris who prowl these precincts in search of such as yourself, Tsira! I enjoyed your quatrain as you composed it - with perhaps a change here or there- We wandered long in valleys under the sun past blood-red poppies and white camomiles- he sang to the flutter of butterfly wings which rustled like moonbeams in the night!
Tsira, the imagery captures you immediately you begin to read this beautiful poem. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us my friend. Hugs David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful Tsira, sun song indeed... Andy 10