If only more people knew
The strength and oneness of her soul!
I’m blessed to be among the few
Who see the aureole.
Having a soul devoted to flights,
She should have been born a golden eagle.
But life is life; sometimes it bites,
They say it’s legal.
Like eagles in their drastic change,
She plucks her prior feathers out.
Renewed, she’ll reach her former range,
And this, without a doubt.
August 22,2007
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I would like to translate this poem
Like eagles in their drastic change, She plucks her prior feathers out. Renewed, she’ll reach her former range, And this, without a doubt. Plucking her prior feathers. very fine expressions and full of imagination. tony