More than my daughter; and wind to move the sail.
Beneeth that starry night upon the sea, breath the key.
Strong being life, you held out more than love for ransom.
Complicated by so many, one faith, hope a destination.
There seems to be some breathless expectation of anticipated to come joy within this one, that I like very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You really are a spider spinning silver webs ornamented with glass dew. One more intricate than the next and each a perfect work of art. :)