A crimson bird in the air with the wings of angels
It flies over the sea and mountains
A mind inspired in a mind; the thought spirals like a....
Tempest of knowledge forgotten in the realm of promise
He flies on toward the sandy desert of nowhere
His feathers bathing in the sun, he bursts into flames;
The dream of absolution is in his forlorn eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent line 'Tempest of knowledge forgotten in the realm of promise.' It scans well and gives the poem interest and mystery.