where are my birds
singing my dusk
describing light
cradling darkness
flight of newborn
tumbling from nest
to water below; flash
beginning; attempting
to be with grown up
unwelcome mouth open
to swallow chick to end
failure brought silence
a bigger splash vanish
turning to ripples with
feather floats peacefully
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem