Whiplash.
Robbed me of my wings;
Vanished from my back,
Sent me spiraling down—down.
A violent freefall
To a land-grounded thing.
Moments ago, I was blissfully ethereal,
Gliding amongst the fuchsia cloud.
Robbed me of my wings;
Fell to world
That had become an instant desert
In the explosion,
Where it was eternal, gushing green and blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem