Rock ledges in moss covered mosaic
Formations drenched by a cold Atlantic
Rain shone with a facade of white marble
Chiseled perfection against the arbor
Wind. Centuries in the making minute
Sculpted patterns comprise formidable
Earthen structures layered with rich colors
Born of palettes with purple tinged velour
Protrusions, sullen reds, orange laced browns
Imprinting coveted circular crowns.
A festival of terra cotta scenes
Harsh landscapes prompt iridescent dreams
Silent within the boundaries that stage
Beauty into a voluptuous rage.
On pitiless edges, rock slides will fault
Our careless steps as we attempt to vault
Eyes of the world that have stood for ages.
earthen born protrusions
imprinting a harsh
silent beauty on our eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem