The blue sky swirls,
The truest reflection down under,
A lone being watched,
The horizon so far a apart,
Like a dream so impossible
to hold,
to free,
to grasp.
The horizon is also like
a wonderland of the fairies,
When clouds covered and
the cotton field spread,
The nostalgic view of unknown
emotion of a childhood experience,
Like a fantasy full of glory,
As the eyes set far from
the seashore
buttons by seashells,
Painted with the green moss,
Watered by the splashing
of the newly awaken surf,
to feel,
to hear,
to ponder,
the beauty by the
SEASHORE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem