Tread lightly on my broken wings,
Now pitiful but once were proud;
Speak softly to my cobwebbed lips,
Now buttoned-up but once were loud.
Sing gently to my crippled feet
Now hobbling on uneven ground;
Hold firmly to my troubled hands
Now trembling as I look around.
And whisper of the dreams I touched
With wings that dared to fly so high
And whisper of the songs I sung
With lips that beckoned forth the sky
And how I danced with nimble feet
And painted sunsets near divine,
And how the years have not been lost
But fermented like precious wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poetic words, Sonya...........................