Skies was so clear but felt missing
Calmness of the water sounding disguised
and into a path beautiful with oak leaves
Whispers of the willow filled
The surrounding feeling alive
Pebbles staring in from the water
A beautiful life she gives back
A reflection of unseen beauty
A fire in dire need to burn
As though a phoenix bird would come once more
Her hope was clinged there
She was a lorn wonderer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And congratulations on P O D