The day rolls back
To the endless horizon
Upon flatness of a silent
Stream stars are born and gone
Glimmer of a new life
Sails past the sloping land
Eerie silence grips tight
The stale air with its frosty hand
The moon gathers dusts
Of stars in its lap to shine
Soft whistling of woods
Lends to minds a touch of divine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another very well written poem by you and lovely to read. Annette.
AAwwwww..so sweet of you. Thanks for appreciation. Much love.