silence came, rain gone
just some drops on leaves
branches shaking for wind
everything has to come down
sooner or later, how hard
does it fall, does it splatter
or gently touching a feather
i come down slowly trying
not to break my bed or
crumple my bed sheets
so my dream would be smooth
no fangs to bury in my neck
nobody chasing me but wings
will carry me to pond where
i found that beautiful swan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I truly enjoy reading your swan poems, for years. Thanks for sharing!