As the sun set in the west
in blaze of pastels.
She faced the east;
dusk cast the world in blue.
Stood under the perfect half moon.
Glow of vanilla light
in her tear filled eyes,
she symbolically raised her palms open,
releasing him to the east winds,
and let the dove fly.
A terse, straight to the point, stylish rendering. The symbol of peace, the dove provides peace at the conclusion. Well done, Joyce! Greg
Dear Red, Very nice indeed. This is a very compact and precise poem. Images are clean and the message is clear and is offered as a gift to the reader. Just as the palms are opened and the symbolic dove flies away, so the poem is given to its audience. Beautiful writing, Best, Hugh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OH! The atmosphere was tremendous in this one, such a spiritual feel to it, a calming Beautiful, REALLY! Love duncan X