Island of my heart, gulls swoop on the crest of the waves. Watching the fishermen come ashore. To gaze on the horizon, soothing dreams of you, caressing me in your wings and love.
Michael Cochrane © 2022
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I would like to translate this poem
bRAVO MICHAEL I enjoyed the last line very much
Glad to hear that you liked it