I and Herons are alike
Not in our outer crust
But in our awesome thoughts!
In our greedy madly longs
Both are in ascetic mood!
Longing for a great aspire
Don't U see us looking at?
The clear sky; a lot more time
They are calmly waiting for
The feathery touch of dripping rain
Which makes them cool and sensitive
Both the in and outward crust
But I am madly waiting for
The warming promises, he gives
Though I feel it neurotic;
I will do so as long as
He gets time for me also..
Falling falling falling I am stuck in this poem of your my first favorite 0on the site good job!
But I am madly waiting for The warming promises, he gives Though I feel it neurotic;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem. beautiful and precise. not overly sentimental and piercing.