How long has it been
until a harvest beam?
spring turns summer hot
July corn leaves unfurl hope
There green marble columns sway
minds, as ancient ritual days
mark another widening gyer
eyed by evening's face full centre
Guarding, anticipating anarchy
in turned fields of stalks
glorious renewal and ruin, strewn
a sun in eclipse by the moon
-cec
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem. Bullet, you back on PH?
True that!