A band of clouds in the Eastern Sky
Bled an egg- white incandescence.
The earth lay in the warm embrace
Of an ethereal glow
And the trees were awash
With glistening paint
A lone triangular flag
Swayed like a fish at the end
Of an angler’s line
From a decrepit roof top
High above - wild ducks, parrots and cranes
Flew about unhurriedly and
Without a care in the world
Forever nurturing
That age-old and vital link
Of synergetic harmony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fabulous depiction daranjo...