I adore
These roseless thorns
That never leave
My Side
I adore
These cloudy skies
That always bring
A storm
I adore
These fading leaves
Crumpling
Under feet
I adore
These strangers
That I never have
To meet
I adore them
And they adorn me
Always coming back
Each time I set them free
Tried to walk away
I did it for a day
But then they took my hand
And said they understand
Promised that they'd stay
And with my heart they play
I adore
The songless bird
That flies
Without a sound
I adore
The crashing waves
That never touch
The ground
I adore
The growing trees
That never reach
The sky
I adore
These hollow words
That never leave
Our sides
I adore them
And they adorn me
Always coming back
Each time I set them free
Tried to walk away
I did it for a day
But then they took my hand
And said they understand
Promised that they'd stay
And with my heart they play
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I would like to translate this poem
I adore The songless bird That flies Without a sound.. beautiful, simply beautiful dear poet.. thank u. tony