An eaglove flies high
While white colours sigh
Where the earth meets the sky
The everliving decides to die
O περιστεραετός πετά ψηλά
Στενάζουν τα χρώματα τα λευκά
Όπου η γη τον ουρανό συναντά
Το αιώνιο πέφτει του θανατά
Where did you find this word or is it your invention. Other than that poem look beautiful. Admirations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful quatrain on eagles that fly in an altitude much higher than most of the other birds!