Under scarlet skies. That meet,
where the dark pine trees lie.
And shadows sashay by. A hoot owl
sighs. The whippoorwill agrees in
reply. Talking rivers roll by.
Fireflies try, to keep up in time.
All is so alive. With nature. With
life. On these mystical. Moonlight
nights!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well painted, well said Wonderful images wed.
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