dropp by drip the clear waters,
from the eyes foam tears,
which with the power of emotions,
endenvours the saddness on the face,
ease the fever of control,
lift the words you feel and hear,
to the garden of the wingless flight,
the grounded passion,
awakes the gaurded branches,
of the fluttering birds of paradise,
enfolded with love
it is in our deepest grief that we find the depth to love! good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an 'ocean without shore' - loved it -A