Let me dream you,
Bleed your heart into pages,
lost lovers
climb the skyline
of your poetry,
airplanes that will never land,
but remain in the vastly
painted skyline,
give me wings,
let me be
your unrequited stewardesses,
serving slabs of broken hearts
to the smiling masses,
who spill there drinks,
and flood into beautiful
and lost translations................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem