To the one seeking me,
I hope you would hurry,
I shan't have much time left
Till my heartwings are clipped.
My heart flies in poetry,
In compassion not free,
In gratitude long-felt.
(Oh, if I with you dwelt!)
(by edgardo s. tugade,26 july 08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i find your poem cute, it made me smile. To the one who's seeking me i hope you must hurry I don't have much time it is like saying, it's now or never. nice poem