Never can such a dream held
in the bosom of your heart
wonder free.
Enter the whisper of soul
and light lovingly
bright and soft.
Velvet is a touch of wind
that graces bloods
fairest of hearts.
Exit the tears of doubt that
cloud your sunny day.
Remember all the rivers and
streams lead to you.
Rare that I do comment poetry. 'Velvet is a touch of wind that graces bloods fairest of hearts.' Yet that warrants one, beauty!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Applause...10! I love your poetry....