In rise of such morning glory
An' heavenly heights of suns beem
The air fresh of mid-night rain
'Tis the hope, storms shall refrain,
Cafe' havin' of momental peace,
An' time having of its' own release,
Seconds align makin'of hour,
Shy silence havin' its' own power...
Raven-Black hair adorns Foster Grant,
Powder-blue eyes add to the enchant,
Black lashes so thick an' teeming,
Mind-set is that of one dreaming,
Radiance colours configuration,
Of fair skin in illumination,
Lips full in colours of red wine,
Lady unknown, this morn, you look fine.....
15/05/07 G J W
Beautiful description of an unknown lady of morning glory...sounds like you enjoyed the scenery.
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow! a description of a beauty compared to the bright new dawn Wonderful lines Geoff and thankyou Love duncan X