A glimmer of sunlight on a silken cloth.
A snowflake that blankets a rose,
the call of the wild in echoing ears,
and the velvet of a soft woven robe.
Time before pity when nature drew course.
A stream of consciousness
that young lovers only know.
Back to the innocence of a small babe,
whose home was a blanket of straw.
Back to a world without complications,
where life was gentle and serene.
If only David, if only. Ilike this one a lot. Love the line 'A snowflake that blankets a Rose.' Top marks from me, thank you for this one. All the best, David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write David, has always my friend...10