A song he heard
With the face of despair
Of and end
Higher
Higher the music rises
He did it
A shot
A fall
He did it
And the music sung, sung
Sung
Dark night
The First lights
But the nightingale stood still
And the silent-mute owl dropped a tear.
In the heavens bodies turned and turned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem