There are two eyes in the sky,
small as pebbles then big as a rock.
Slowly they merge into halos
and smiley angels;
Then a pond of air
and clear glass enough to see
the meek faces of boatmen
building a sky.
An impressive potpori of resplendent imagescape is discharged here in a mere 42 word poem....You paint a poetic canvass with much pictorial grandeur...~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
P.S.....CONGRATS on 200 Poems!