Beneath this rising sun and waning moon
everyone is a Harper and the roses listens.
Everybody can sing and have its own tune
and the people starts to wander but end up with the same song.
The Harper will ignite the fire
and she will dance to his melody
as the rhythm whisper for his desire,
two hearts beat to its singularity.
No matter how far the wander can it be
when the Harper's song touches the heart of She,
she will surely dance forgetting melancholy.
She will surely smile for the Harper's plea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely written piece, Robert. Thanks for sharing