An abyss of peace
Is the mirror to your soul
O woman
Hunch backed
Or fully curved
Your presence
Is unto itself, peace
Serenade peace
Swarm us
As we pluck strings
Of our modern harps
O woman
Hearts
Leaping with joy
Tears
In pride we cry
O woman
Your presence
Is
A coat of sugar
When calm sets foot
A coat of mail
When war rages
Unhinging our doors
O woman
Our destinies
You shape.
Mightily gentle
You serenade peace
O Woman.
A beautiful tribute to womanhood ceremoniously rich in tone. A lovely creation Jeresi. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
O woman Our destinies You shape. Mightily gentle You serenade peace O Woman. a great praise for the women... lovely one.. thank you dear poetess. tony
very nice.full of love and respect for a woman.keep up the good work.
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I would like to translate this poem
peace, your presence is unto itself, good one.
Thank you so much