My heart flies away
Kissing the leaden sky of day
When linnets sing o’er silent vale
When whistling by the wind, do sail;
The reaper in a torch-song lost
Sings intermittent in winter’s frost;
A new cry, of a soul when heard
For tender limbs, eyes soft, lost teeth, a birth;
When down it falls, tears of merry bride
Of love! Care, palanquin in, a farewell ride;
When smiles, relives altogether in transmuted happiness
Of prejudice lost, of hatred killed
My heart doth flies away…
Remarkable submission indeed! Your diction is superb and you are sure to make a good poet over here. ALL THE BEST AHEAD..
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I would like to translate this poem
my heart flies away kissing the leaden sky of day. nice thought. well written poem