i reach clearness
of cold winter sea
seaweeds to touch
so green so fresh
slow dancing current
pulled my hand deep
i let go and sigh
retreat to shoreline
looking to horizon
rain will be coming
dash of wind picking
whistling tree leaves
sweet melody of morning
i go for now my queen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
u r at sea surfing since rain will becoming u will get wet so poet rush HOME great rainy days ahead for thee may b