Hazy whiffs of sun drops cross the trees
Casting spells with fostered candlelight
Beneath a dew of green, submersed and submarine
I held a girl whose lips were red as sight
Down the hills of Cannes did a I fall
Under the muse of June was I Betrothed
As sweet as Nectarines craving for the dawns sunbeams
The heat of passion turned to a blood clot
Clouds of Spanish castles rise to view
Pass the glowing turquoise of my youth
Weightless in the evenings of summers endless weekends
Faith is the child's protégé of truth
Blue is the color of my childhood
A vintage encapsulation of when I bloomed
Fair, green emollient is the dowry of my sentence
A rustic glade where time is never to soon
Fair, green emollient is the dowry of my sentence A rustic glade where time is never too soon words that deeply touch!
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I would like to translate this poem
very touching and deeply moving poem. enjoyed the read