The poems lost
are verses lost,
lost with the wind.
To the sky,
those poems soared
with wings.
Lost they may be,
gone they may be,
forever.
Now in the clutches
of oblivion,
their charm
to blaze
still linger
within
to spur me
to come up
with more notes
of similar charm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem