high on a hilltop
stands the castle of the wind
in fuchsia rose mists
enchanted fortress
with a broad moat surrounding
child's fairy tale land
palace of bright stars
when the crescent moon's shining
all indigo night
castle of the clouds
in brass sunshine of morning
when dreams have come true
A magnificent poem! I like the concept of building castles in the air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful Evelyn you took me there
Thank you for the joy of your encouraging words, LeeAnn.