O let us escape to the perfect town
By the sea where it's quiet and the air
Is clear. It will be filled with delightful sounds:
From birdsong to breezes and beauty rare
Will be evident everywhere. I can
Imagine such a place in my mind's eye:
An idyll where one can dream, create... plan;
A place where nothing ever fades or dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sweet a place of peace far far away from fears of fades and deaths...ah. that's rashphody.