You breathe, and my lungs
rise and fall like winter trees
swaying, sure of spring,
like water-drops, cells
twisting, galaxies pulsing
with abundant life.
A great poem, short and sweet. Like it. May i invite you to read my new poem called, An Angel Cries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetic expression, rich imagery