Golden pitcher
drops of love falling
words and healings.
A gentle whisper
nudging, never forcing.
Like the wind
though unseen
stirs the leaves,
so he moves -
touching open hearts.
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I would like to translate this poem
Like the wind though unseen stirs the leaves, so he moves - touching open hearts. open hearts, the wind, golden pitcher, the leaves. great poem full of images. thank you. tony
Thank you for your kind words Tony.