Blue green jewels sparkling
Reflecting back my cars lights
As they walk to the beautiful gate
Curls of streaked hazel
Bouncing as if it never happened
But it did
And I can’t forget
The warmth shared by two
Restaurants, lagoon and stables
Now you’ve given it to another
And the sound of that gate
Will forever close in my face.
Jealousy the curse of both man and gal well expressed here and worth a ten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So vividly captured, it is alive with feeling, well done.