Scarlet rivers, times so gold. Spirits
whisper, days of old. Enchanting, the
soul. Winds entrance, as tides flow. Dawn
is rising. Through out the hammock. As the
air, has begun to glow. A peace settles
across, ever so.
This is simply wonderful...... thanks for sharing this poem.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful Rebecca I enjoyed immersely Thanks for sharing