I had suitcases
filled with poems
hoping to change the
shape of liberty bludgeoned
by unheard hearts
I saw an angel
and she was
deathless and
I was breathless
the sun never left
my suitcase her image
smothered in the poems
I left in that brim hat
and where heaven
doesn't exist the
the eyeless didn't
dance I was
he who had faith
in love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An impressive poem showing Liberty, my grand applause for your sharing with us