I came across a merry little house
From the long tiring walks I had
It stood serene, but with no spouse
I thought this man liked the solitude
Handsome tall oak trees surrounded it,
A gentle wind bent the waving grass,
Gray rocks on which one could sit
And I beheld it with no lass
The butterflies danced around it in circles
The song bird sings the merriest of songs
Enough to enchant any traveler, these miracles
But what was the horror within beauty?
I went inside the house listening silence
The most pleasant and frightening tune ever
There it was, the aftermath of violence
And there was the letter to his lover
A wonderful poem, and substantial content, nice to read...good job....10
silence..the most pleasant and frightening tune ever...the serenity of the place you bring out very well...a storm has erupted within that man who lives in such a charming place, , the suspense you keep to the last..a lovely story poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your words have a peaceful effect, the images you weave sometimes comforting however stark the context is. Its a good gift.