You have the wings of a child
You have the lithesome limbs of a dancer
If only, I could feel the wind
hear your symphony
Alas, in this dead church
all is mute
My feathers now bare
mere quills in remorseful hands
Everything an implacable silence
everything in implacable silence, good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment and vote.
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I would like to translate this poem
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