a halo
and four wings
angels and demons
a head
you give a wing clipped
dipped
rage,
why do you mistake the rage
of the sea
as her anger?
you sing. it is the singing sea
that sings
when you finally left her,
the rage is yours,
on four wings
the halo fades
and turns into the sun
the sun surrenders
its rays
to the petals of the
china flower
four wings, a halo, an angel
falling
it bears the initials of my name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem