We weave our tapestry
'Though mist may cloud the eye
On rocky roads made smooth
Or as pebbles tossed to sky
The icy fingers lace
Through gnarled and twisted vines
Under stars in velvet skies
Our mile we walked entwined.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem. Really loved it. Thank you.