As I see her crooning yet in quiescence
in the corridors of tears reeling roused
quipping high yet stirred by the glooms of rage
when cooed as veil of tears being soused
when we trudge with reeks of anger
as flouncing the light of love heaving apart
as petals of rose roughed out from the stock
yet gentle drifting apart seemingly doused,
quietened as love of faith seems flossed to fear,
as the faith of love never yet be bemused
coursed intoned even truncated by the riff of rage
as the light of smooching muses with mirth
and triumph of love as quinessence when conquered
'coursed intoned even truncated by the riff of rage as the light of smooching muses with mirth and triumph of love as quinessence when conquered ' You are present paneguric love... Tsira
as love of faith seems flossed to fear, as the faith of love never yet be bemused coursed intoned even truncated by the riff of rage as the light of smooching muses with mirth, Where, mighty with deepening sides, clad about with the seas as with wings, From your wrath is the world released, redeemed from your chains, men say. More than these wilt thou give, things fairer than all these things? , for a little we live, and life hath mutable wings. A little while and we die; shall life not thrive as it may? nice penned, thanks for sharing, Mary :)
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I would like to translate this poem
the triumphant love is speaking here... defeating rage ans fear describe behind the deep of words.... the triumph of love is so sweet and cherishing.. 10+++++