There's a horizon beyond here
her voice pulls like autumn
whithered orange
slipping deep into the near
Like a thousand colour paints
aching consciousness on canvas
the moment's on edge
natures fingers reaching
awakining the woodland sleep
like trembling leaves
bountiful blue on grey is the
horizon beyond
A thousand colour paints
yellow, green, red soon appear
seasons intertwine, like binding sheaves
like magic from the wisp of the wand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem