wonder when descends with desire
passion rarest of rare by the dreams
tower when touches the sky
you smile behind the veil of tunes
life when brims blue by the blooming
the faith of love yet reasons true
moon still comes by the full moon
joy yet breaths faster bailing the fears
truth still stands like mile stone
it is news in the next door
hold on i may reach you
sweet dreams when swaddles across
deep night seems to swoon by the bliss
dream when respires by the new born
mighty soldier walks with all its arms
life burns brilliant by the symphony
'deep night seems to swoon by the bliss dream'.. It is pleasant to read such fine metaphors... Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I take this as a glorious hymn to life and all its ecstatic wonders and aspects. The good will always eventually be victorious.