whisperings of wings
deep drone of summer's old gold
red rose drips petals
only time will tell
of the countless jeweled birds
summoned by the blooms
fanning the breezes
'til the last of orange sun
august night is soon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just beautiful..I love this sweet little poem..5 stars
That is so thrilling to know. Thank you.