Every crease you have
I share with joy
for I have listened to the birds
and fed them too.
They have hopped all over our face
and flown away
with a 'Until we meet again! '
And we have waited eagerly
to listen to their songs,
and they return eagerly
hoping to leave their impressions
upon us.
In a mutual consumption
of joy and caring
we still burn the wax of life
through sharing and caring.
Dark Birds of Time, come back,
O come back to me!
For the day you do not return
I will no longer be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I share with joy for I have listened to the birds so interestingly with this wise imagery painted. Fantastic sharing.10