Floating icebergs
In an endless vacuum
What holds below?
The metal wings
Cut sharp into the noon grey
Where's the end?
Fishing boats on sea
Suspended wings on blue sky
Sun-shine ripples
The lines of waves
Are the trail a jet leaves
On a silent sky
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice structure of poetry, madam...Thank you..