Into the wind children voices echo’s
From near and far
Laughter of joy
Having fun in a large meadow
Linking to a empty space
The first rising of the moonlit
Night
The images of children within
The moonlit night
Vision of children playing
Around the old, old oak
Tree..
In the first rising of the moonlit
Night,
Vision of children playing within
The realms of shadows run.
In and out of the moonlit night
The children softly, softly fades
Into the night..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful, as are the hearts of the innocence the -young, we must try to protect This is a dream-like state of a poem, , It reminds me of a scene set possible hundreds of years ago, Love duncan X