Purple mists
and dawn wake up call,
red rooster.
Keen bluebirds
whistle and call for gold sun-
songs of the thrill days.
Fading dreams
waft in fading mist
so lovely.
Scents adrift
along green sidewalks of life
beyond plum shadows.
"Fading dreams/ Walt in fading light".. marvellous. Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful Evelyn I just love it
Your words bring on the sunshine. Thank you.