There's this name that blows the mind
A beauty if stared you'll get blind
She must have been to the sun
When she smiles, fantasies run.
An excitement to experience if around,
Her step makes a curious sound,
Her appearance looks like a cloud
That never will go beneath the sands,
She's an angel that trails and trundle
A perfect irony of the term most ugly
A child to be stolen
An age to achieve.
Every land she steps,
The dust tumbles
She's the wind that blows
Sending peace from the deep blue sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem