My feelings borrow
their colours
from the dance of two
blazing feathers
fallen together
from the thunderbird's
wings, that tightly
cling
to the tails
of gold-dusted stars
cascading over the shoulders
of the giants
in the evergreen mountains,
peering
like snake-like rivers
over a pine-scented skin
unfolding further
new found territories
clouds of doubts
question marks
and scars
like a secret language
of an untold story
and some landmarks
on the imaginary map I carry.
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I would like to translate this poem
Hi Agatha, An immensely beautiful poem on the mythology and their intrigues. Their question marks.. The words scars like a secret language of an untold story conjures up an imagery that sums up the myths in the myths. and some landmarks on the imaginary map I carry. is expressive the unknown geographies depicted in them. exquisitely rendered.