Brooke Poem by Lamar Cole
Brooke
Brooke slips quietly into the night.
Looking for a little peace.
In pink shawl, she looks so small.
While the moon and night creatures call.
Brooke bends her ear to the wind.
And she lets all of the night sounds flow in.
In this moment, she is one with the night.
And her soul floats lightly like a kite.
This is very beautiful Lamar, you've painted an enchanting picture :)
Brooke she hears a familiar voice It echoes off the gentle breeze That low and rich musical sound Of a man hidden by shadows and trees Brooke she shyly walks and smiles The moon outlines his frame The petite princess runs swiftly To meet her Prince Charming again
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 4:35:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Brooke bends her ear to the wind. And she lets all of the night sounds flow in. In this moment, she is one with the night. And her soul floats lightly like a kite... nice flow of expression. Beautiful poem.10