Tide,
Slide!
Ride,
Eventide,
Merges, emerges!
Fluoresence,
Effloresce;
But, the storage of love is filled with sweets and,
The aroma of life! !
With the muse of the truth,
When the right thing is done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If this gracious fan of colours woven around the eventide had been used by a painter on a canvas, a masterpiece which could enchant both the eyes, and the heart would have emerged once it is completed! Colours, life and love, all mixed together in such a serene scenery guarded by the Muse of Truth.10 +++