High above the raged cliffs...
High above the bending trees...
High above the white waves of
the oceans seas... In the eyes...
In the souls... In the breeze...
Let them rise...Let them speak...
Let their hearts be felt, deep...
In the pages... In the seasons...
Messages they leave... In the sounds
of time... And all around you and me...
Colors of the sky, they do weave...
Ever, an oh so, peacefully...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Messages they leave...... significant..... thanks for sharing...