The shore is kissed,
With fine seashells,
Reminiscent,
Of her fine beauty
Her Beauty leans into bliss,
The bliss of the carefree,
Shore,
Caressed by lavender,
And orange,
The golden Sun
The shore is kissed,
With fine seashells,
Nostalgia of her tresses,
Comfort of her robe,
Serenading the rose lit moon
Her Beauty,
leans sweetly,
Into the Solace of waves,
The shore luminously kissed,
With her fine beauty,
And seashells
Reynaldo Casison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty of the shore appropriately expressed in in this very nice lines.