Lifting by its wings
I pity at its helplessness;
Rubbing legs,
Making body taut,
Trembling at times,
Swelling face to be
Released and fly away,
And gift me colours
I love to hold
In fingers, forever.
Nice poem. You are a good observer of nature. I like the poem. well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you've described a simplest thing in such a wonderful way.. loved reading your poems