empty nest,
fragments of shells,
and small indentures
of living...
sunlight echoes,
haunting memories....
of wings flapping
against the emptiness
of pure being....
eternity wrapped
in small creatures
and simple things!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful verse , but empty nest - the most sad small-thing! 10... Ts.