The horizon seems far in its formation
Yet with fond hopes of sun meets sea
I sit on the beach of silky dreams
Your head on my lap as I stroke
The worries and pains of all births
As the wind caresses our soul
Looking forward to the loveliness
Of our being together 'again'
For ever and ever and ever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sun on the lap of sea...must be giving a wonderful feeling of no-horizon...good work...10