A very important bird hit my mind with its beak
With a message from the long lost leaves
Shattered memories travelled to a far mountain peak
You'll have to work hard to gather them so wear your graves
I have come here as a delicate cue
For your evanescent self to be soon in sight
Don't be conquered and affright
A slew in the veritable direction, the bird flew.
Well articulated and nicely penned in good rhyme scheme with insight. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Lost Garden. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.