Mavros ruled beyond the boundaries of men
Scouring tall hills to find the orphaned child
Where she played near a green and yellow glen
With fields of dandelions beaming from the wild
And looked up to him with joy's familiar smile.
Massive wings violently displacing sky
Casting shadows across the dwindling miles,
Their cyclone spent, no more a sprawling flight
Gliding on windless calm through sunset's fading light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem