Wind gently picking up a baby bird in it's
breeze-like arms.
Carrying it so reverently across the hot
desert floor.
Singing hymn-like, over earth, the wind
takes and carries and softly lays it down,
it's journey ended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So soft and tender.So sad and sweet. Delicatly moving. Amazing!