The tricolor of blue,
Mingles with the sea's essence, and,
Newly born memories of you,
Like the cascades of pink and green,
In the after-light of the fountain's hue.
The sound of the waves crashing,
Like deafening applause,
Lauding the star that is,
Our wondrous journey so far.
Following our own Pied Piper,
On a road filled with music, stories, and words,
Crevices, cracks, pot-holes, and ancient herds,
Of spirits that have passed along this way,
Whose whispers on the evening breeze,
Can be heard wondering,
Which way Fate will sway.
I really enjoyed this 'wondrous journey'. Nature is truly the best Pied Piper. Thank you.
A journey of such love, faith and hope embracing nature's glorious wonderment at such courage, dignity and joy! This is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever had the pleasure of reading! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On a road filled with music, stories, and words, Crevices, cracks, pot-holes, and ancient herds, Of spirits that have passed along this way, just so fine a way of describing..... a very good poem. tony