Flowers and gold;
So light, it floats:
Dead maidens
In Norse boats.
Hair like sunrise,
Lapiz eyes;
A buried treasure
Where it lies.
Gleaming gems
Around her throat;
Beloved of men,
Till death smote.
Frosted lips
Of regal cold;
A princess once,
For all we know.
She can't tell
Her story though
A picture tell
A thousand words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo Patti! I enjoyed your poem! !