It is fine really,
ride the light of the sun.
It only shines once a day,
peaks of light from other eyes,
look Ellesmere, unto themselves.
Those in noise, are only the feats
of the others,
who came before us, see even
they like bees, must rest for a spell.
On your face, pin pricks, are little feet
once again in dance, calling Queen..
Lovely poetry with fine imagery painted.....calling Queen? nice ending line........10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the imaginary of the poet is to superbb at he compared with the qeen........excellent