go on, tiny wave
go on to the spot..
the far, the sacred
and the thirsty
go on, wet the sand
and wait for the boat,
the sail, ..
the oar and written soul
go on and wait..
for the angel of poetry
of words..
written as souls
go on till you see,
your blue..
starry nights
your white..
nightly stars
and your drops, ..lovers,
men and women..
swimming in joy,
in a shakespearian..
midsummer night
till the dawn..
of poemhunter,
and the last poem, written
for soul..
and unwritten soul..
for ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So easy it move in to my mind with such delicate words..thanks for including Unwritten Soul there, and inviting this, such a nice poem in background of dawn to morning...The red color shades the sky like your words toning the meaning :) I like this poem so much...thanks again Ahmed for this beautiful write :) _Unwritten Soul