Once I imagined the bell.
All the rest came easily.
The young man in the burgundy coat
Lilies tolling their scent in the garden
Pale moon over narrow streets,
It all dreamt itself into tall dark trees
Shivering with sparrows and wind.
I like the imagery in this one...what does it mean to you... Hugs. Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Aishwarya. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks