As the November sets in
A cool wind blows over the lands
Dew drops shine in the sun ray
Upon grasses, leaves, flowers and sands
The peaks shine with snow
The streams are cool to the touch
The clouds are silver and cottony
Stay calm in a place and don't move much
An apparition of mist hangs
Across dew soaked verdant meadows
The Sun comes out soft late in
In the morn and hardly casts dark shadows
Days come to a close with
The appearance of the coral moon
Low-floating as if touching
The grove where in the trees lazily swoon
Beautifully penned. November is one of my favourite months. It's amazing in so many ways. I am also inspired to write on November after reading your poem.
Again Absolutely beautiful! .. Your pen is like a paint brush painting such heart and life! .. Ever so magnificent! .. Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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I would like to translate this poem
Just went outside; yr poem describes it prefectly