'I will reach thee,
Soon I will reach thee, '
The little bird sings,
The young bard listens
In the finest season,
Their souls become entwined,
Refined beauty shines,
Everything is genuine,
The atmosphere is truly divine,
What a wonderful time!
In the celestial cradle
The world shines at its best.
This is truly inspirational poetry...something to embrace when the twilight years become a little gloomy! Amazing, God's friend!
If only it were true, I'd follow you. Poets never stop dreaming, and that helps their art, A delightful and encouraging very fine work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" In the celestial cradle The world shines at its best." Brilliant piece. Nice