Snow white and flesh pink dreams are now descending.
Streams of pure light seem to be never ending.
Love is the pulsing heart of eternity.
Life's floating gently on ethereal seas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice and neat and expressive quatrain on display, a poem of pure consciousness to retreat and even escape from life's problems To switch off however briefly, but still a pause to enjoy. AFS. And Dominic many thanks and take care.