'I'll cross, I'll cross the bridge, I guess'.
A sparkling dew shimmered a yes,
Pale flowers of yellow, blue and green,
Among their shades movement was seen.
'LOOK', 'A magnificent garden, I spoke,
An enchanted meadow I awoke.
Tall trees that seemed to reach the sky,
Up above sleeping birds began to fly,
The meadow awoke I could clearly see,
Is it possible? I thought was this done by me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''A magnificent garden, I spoke, An enchanted meadow I awoke.'' wonderful metaphor..well written poem..10+++