Before The First Flight...
I bow before those verses
Which are able only to dream,
Without a mast and sails must float
In the sea of oblivion and expectation -..
I bow before those verses
Which wait for its reader
And every one word has shivers-
As, of birdie before the first flight...
I bow before those verses,
Which it is not written yet,
But does storm of related souls
For they waits me above heavens...
Your poetry is wonderful Tsira as Fay says it isn't always easy in a differant language but you do it in your own inimitable style and flair...so I bow to you...Fi 10++++
Yur own verses are worth every bit of the tribute you pay to others here Tsira - - you write so well in a language with which there must be struggle at times - so well done and 10 + ++ for this - - hugs from Fay....xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely expression...