Eagles won’t fly;
The sky won’t cry
With its life giving tears,
To quench the thirst of the barren land.
Fires won’t burn;
Lovers won’t yearn
To embrace their beloved.
Infants will cease
To suckle the warm milk
From their mothers’ breasts…
If you say that I don’t love you anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery, rhyming is smart and theme well taken care of.