mercurial winged
drifting to the secretly held ether
words could have helped
this rescue
but our hour was upon us.
beauty got lost in
the unspoken
and words
failed to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is one big departure Eila, from what we think is the normal, but home is always a place of comfort and friendship. Lovely work as usual,10 from your friend, Tai