Little beauties shine behind the deluding sky, screaming wildly to be let loose, their wills hanging over the crust of time, glimmering yet behind the new sky, therein they set ablaze the lilliac sky, not swirling close my hepless sighs, and thus they shorn into no history but an eager tommorow, awaiting silently the touch of their infinite glows!
Beautiful lines and really well written. :) Keep up the good job! ^^
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
@Alafe Ramat, Nice poem. 'their wills hanging over the crust of time' - loved this expression.