morning dew
scent of drums over the hills
buzzards fly through full moons
in between
alive I feel
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brividi di rugiada
profumo di tamburi sulle colline
le poiane volano attraverso lune piene
nel frattempo
vivo mi sento
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rocío de la mañana
aroma de tambores sobre las colinas
halcones vuelan a través de lunas llenas
mientras tanto
vivo me siento
This poem may be foreign to my eyes but it portrays a real beauty in such a melodic tongue.
Grazie 🙂
Nicely penned!
The languages of romance give this poem another dimension.
Beautiful!