Gentle wings soar
Soft dimness past
Twilight.
Dainty shadows feint
A bright, full moon...
Mimic-darkling life looms
Temporary.
The sleeper turns,
Warm, smiling...
The dream smiles,
Warm, turning
To gentle wings soaring
Soft Dawn
Past Night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a really wonderful poem Elysabeth! I enjoyed it immensely! *10*! ! Best wishes! Friend Thad