The purring of day, keeps in harmony
Sensitive to pulse, of a quiet tune
In deep pounding of sky, and mountain hiss
Whilst, wheezing the air, so effortlessly
In the midst, of a lonely gull whimper
A forlorn scarlet swan goes whistling by
Riding on clouds, of melodic thunder
On cold majestic sky's winter mumble
© daniel miltz
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I would like to translate this poem
Daniel, such a heartwarming write..10++++