It soars
high like
thought.
A passive
thing
transforms
swiftly in
a current.
Moving
its ears as
an elephant,
it flutters
in the heart
of the void.
It becomes
unruly,
flying
beyond the
eye-limits
into ecstasy.
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First published in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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