The moon relinquished sharp-edge cliffs at sea line,
And with transparent gold: the waters shine;
On board of their pointed boat, this evening
The friends enjoy their heated glass of wine.
When looking at the clouds passing swiftly
Through the reflection of the moonlight post;
Some of the friends will find those clouds closely
Resembling the holy women’s ghosts.
Another group imagine those clouds
As heaven bound souls of pious men;
The third of friends insist without doubts,
The clouds resemble caravan of swans.
A beautiful and fine poem.. thank u dear poet. tony
Muse! ! Landscapes, Sharp-edge cliffs. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A beautiful poem on how different people see things differently. Rhyming and flow are so sweet. Enjoyed reading.
moon over the sea piously engulfs the observer!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
a beautifully worded poem