Whirl winds blow
all around,
leaves whooshing
in uproar as they start to pound.
Green and brown birds
taking flight,
mechanical sound
such a fright.
Touching lips,
bruising still there
winds blow away the
The tears that tear
Holding nothing
Once again
but cold steel air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good. Whilst reading its like you actually catch the movement of the poem. Well written!