There
where a breeze
before a tempest
is felt differently
When the storm´s brewing
the color is light
and threat means nothing
but blessing
What is this land like?
Who´s ever seen
this place in time?
Why has it been
from one´s eyes and soul
for so long hidden -
this, the ever-ever
land of bliss?
dear silvia, i too would love to see this land, this paradise.
That's the question I would ask of such a place. If you are speaking of Brazil, that is where you take me. GW62
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I would like to translate this poem
A cute lovely profound composition. Love it with my joyful 10+++