Like a Peacock
Tail feathers
spread wide
a colorful array
of every
masculine
bone
in the core
of the
mental
spirit
But feathers
fall
Kids
pick them up
Use them
to catch
a life
of dreams
come true
While the male bird
with the experience
and mind
The heart of flowers
the spirit
of a future
is set aside
unattended
The feathers begin
to wilt and grey
That bird's
heart
will die
today
[.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Alistair, such a good poem👍👍👍