I remember many blue songs...
It was heartly and warmly so...
Some sounded as the silver-rain,
But it operated as poppy's wine.
And I well remember all its word,
But I can not sing for hearing now
Always I sing this song inside heart,
All the same, they does me by winged.
Also my songs, that have been written,
Have been written by lunar beams, then..
As is my letter all, you can not read at night,
For , you must hurryup to dawn sunlight...
Also my songs, that have been written, Have been written by lunar beams, then.. As is my letter all, you can not read at night, For, you must hurryup to dawn sunlight... ------ songs of the sun couldnt be read under the dusk of life........10++++++
Calmly composed. I like the imagery, specially when the moon is included.
Wonderful imagery. Eloquent write in any language. 10/10, Tsira. Always your friend, Sandra
Amazing poem. At a higher imagination level you write with keen zeal. Song inside the mind- 10+++
Poppy Pinot Noir...? Almost as sweet as this poeme, madamoisele T! FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poppy wine and moonbeams sweet dreams...10