My sacred love......
like a bubble in a running stream
really like nectar in a withering flower
I whisper my love....
Rolling over boulders
sighing with the breeze
floating in the clouds
whisper my love
Creeping through blue hills
bathing in the rays of moon
in a silent cold night
I whisper my love
Up in giant willow trees
chirping with grasshoppers
embracing the dew
mixing with my eye's 'dew'
I whisper my love to you.............
Definitely somebody would hear your whisper as it's so adventurous and melodious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice imagery in this one. A whisper is more subtle than a shout. Fine work, Kolitha. Regards, Sandra