If I had wings and could fly
I would not fly to the buoyant clouds
But crisscross the earth like a cool wind
That light up the old wrinkled face
Of a frail stooping women
Into a toothless smile.
An innovative write, with great imagery passing swiftly as the breeze, and bringing a bit of joy to the elders ones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great! May you have wings! I would like to see that smile. (10)