My soul falls silent, my lips are sealed
As my heart sings over a twilight field,
The field is covered with dancing dreams
As the earth is embraced by blissful beams.
I stood still, as did the hands of time
To watch all that is graceful...
All that is mine.
©Copyright 2009 Anna Andrews
Published by United Press in Spring Vision
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice write! .....