A blizzard,
hewing a snow-covered steppe;
wailing from a wind-swept balcony,
my heart pounding steadily...
attuned to its plea.
undetered,
a spectrum of thought,
flickering like a candlelight,
a fervent promise to recover
hope, amidst a blustery weather
kindred spirits,
we each roosts on distinct branch
but of the same tree
our wings cannot be detached
silencing a storm, undaunted when weary
however minuscule,
communing with nature,
from a speck to vast expanse,
the gods within, unearthed-heavens.
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I would like to translate this poem
only you can tell the whispher of my heart...a heart that talks... in a while.. please take care...God bless