Listen to the still, quiet sounds
Can you hear their voices
feel their flow of peaceful, butterfly thoughts
as they land gently in your soul?
They walk with you along your path of live
Listen to their tender wisdom speaking quietly to your heart
light as a feather-
flowing gently in the breeze upon your weary flesh
They are angel messengers of peace and love
sending their herald of colors and kindness
as they beckon you to follow their sageness - their love
They send their light, feathery touches
to tenderly caress your spirit...
to soothe your restless soul-
bidding you to walk the path next to peaceful waters-
to breathe in their sweet sounds...
like the gentle waves of an ocean
aas their quietly ease their way to shore
They send you their calming sounds of tranquility
their love, their tender presence
as they gently whisper your name...
dropping their feathers along the way
to guide you safely home
while you answer quietly from within
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I would like to translate this poem
They, they, the mythical they, we laugh a lot and talk all day and still when I ask to go out and play-they stay, they stay and happily weigh, the choice to pick up or joyfully slay like a sparrow alone with God run away-dismay, this may, dismay