Each wave unfurled
And sighed a flow
In gentle gasp,
And furled again
In sound and step
In rise to slope the shore.
The eager greens of the
Newborn grass awash
In salted tears.
In understated fanfare
A small hurrah,
A whoosh,
A splash to peter out,
A kiss, a curl,
Another sigh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Each wave unfurled And sighed a flow In gentle gasp, And furled again....very fine poem conveying a poetic sense that dwells in your soul. thank you dear poet. tony