I love the harmattan, I love its winds
Skies bright without a trace of shady clouds
I love to see
The sentimental balled dance of pine trees
The gentle bend of green leaves
The zephyr and all
I love the sounds
The soft whispers of trees
The tickling lyrical rhythm over roofs
I love the warmth
Though season brings discernible winds
Though shoes dirt and eyes ache
Within the heart an immense peace is felt; and spirits are high
Yet no words, no rhymes dare description of such feelings
The only yet known through constant ponder is called LOVE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful lines penned with lucidity and lovely images of beauty. A nice creation Gabriel.