Give me your hand
Come take a walk
Along the roadway
That leads to valleys
That spread out before us
Mountain peaks, proud before
Heads in the clouds, dreaming
Their covering of trees, a quilt
Multi-coloured from angels hands
Birds sing a lullaby for life
Grasses rustle and bend
As the wind sweeps through
Blowing its dust of memories
To settle beyond the horizon
In a haze of past and present
Sun sets blood red across the water
Leaving its tracks imprinted
In sparkles of pink and purple
That run back to the shore
Twilight greets our eyes with beauty
As we wander back to home
Twilight greets our eyes with beauty As we wander back to home ..................................................... It's nice, Fi...10.... Tsira
This piece is a true feast in terms of imagery...Fi... love it 10+++
wow...a fine illustration of imagery...a journey to home! ! ! Lovely.........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb write and imagery yet again, you express so well the emotion that flows from your pen... Sue