In the silent night
The weary pilgrim was asleep,
All of a sudden......
Someone knocked at his door,
The tired pilgrim woke up
And opened the door,
Then the holy breeze
Soothed all his limbs,
Soon he found himself afresh and anew.
Holy breeze. Nature's gift, energising and refreshing. Beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write. Tfs