as I smack of a feeling
touching the sky high as deep
pierced through the plume impinged
to harvest the moon! in me and beyond.
when i revel upon the flair in moon
as raved up by the moon in its muse
when it brims still shined blue
when I embark upon a thoughts
as impaled by the love bestirred
and I see the razzles on the leaf
thrumming still green bashful
yet with its time bejeweled
refluxing in me as I glare innocent
when winds on the shore betiding
lean against the river rippling
to draw a sportive art besotted
on the canvas of sands resonant
before it melts away by the breeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
their kindness and goodness and their peacefulness and their utter simplicity.......they were saints in that effective and telling way; sanctified by leading ordinary lives in completely supernatural manner...... Nice earnestly.....in deep faith charity...Love it tho, Best regards, Mary :)