The note
The drop
The sweet
The dew
The lovely nymph voice
Chorus of war
Songs of war
Horrid but beauty still
A note follows
Just one note
But the note
That note
descending
dreamy
tiptoeing
the dreamy
the sleepy silhouette
the rising
the awakening
Dawn!
Beauty be our inheritance!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem