Go down clouds...
Fold butterflies, lilies, lone crane.
Twilight staircase flowing up.
Go down clouds.
Go down sight...
Fold purple clover, blue iris, lone willow.
Steepled cypress shadowing up.
Go down sight.
Go down home now...
Storms toddling infant horizons.
Marsh swaddling small, lone burrows.
Dusk paints Night on streetlights.
Go down home now...
Storms walk upright tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is so beautifully woven together Elysabeth. A delightful poem to read and a pleasure to find. Hope all is well with you. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX