A place with saphire skies
That stretched as far as dawn,
Where all the world awoke together
To stare at the misty dawn.
A quiet peaceful breeze,
The rushing vibrant stream,
A tangle of colours in the wind
Like a child's very first dream.
An aura of harmony around,
A glistening sky above,
No raised voices, no falling tears,
Nothing only love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem