Air bubbles that emerge from the sea
the earth breathes dew
the wind plays melodies of flutes
Oasis of universes that breathe
as flames consume.
Dreams, thoughts and hopes
the birth of a butterfly
A caravan crossing the horizon
disappearing through valleys.
Like the moon at night
swimming between the sea and the sky
quietly in the womb of the night.
Locked and chained in our chest
escape like the leaves of a tree,
looted and fearless from the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem