Sunsets of fire
bathed in azure.
An island rests
on white marble
from whence
famous statues arose
to sail across the seas -
Life formed
from nothing
as a spinner creates
destiny from the chaos
of sheared fibres.
We sit absorbed
as the wind whispers
'Here you can find yourself! '
rustling the colours
up through the petals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank You Julia......Hope to see you again soon....! ! !