The forest is dense
The mist is thick
Curling, calling are waves
Sweet parrot
In honeyed calls
Cold glare silky eyes
Knocks to heart
Acknowledgement
Thwarted with steel
Hmnn my angel
Times chocolate molten
Misty no golden
Hmnn, my girl
From my heart my song
Flies and wander
Hmmn, my girl
My soul yearning
Honey in ghee so sweet
My girl
Naïve I a promise
You've blown the candle
My palms are bare
My heart your keeper
Horizon my eyes stare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them....beautiful piece sir bravo