Purple tinged late night
Vague shadows dance with the wind
and trees are silent
Secret undercover scents
wander near the still mountains
Golds reds and creams in
meadows of wildflower dreams
beside flowing brooks
The golden days are waiting
at the blazing edge of time
Another brilliant poem that took my breath away Dear Evelyn bravo! ! !
The golden days are waiting.....I feel so dear poetess! Appreciate this thoughtful write....beautifully put.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very inspiring and beautiful