Painted on sketches
Feathers of such a bird left between claws
When itself, the bird has flown
Leaving its colours wrapped in palms
Again, searching
For a bird, but another bird
Something maybe beautiful a world can beget
Something wild we all try to tame
She is love the bird believed to be mythical
But she insists she already exists
She blinded eyes to look upon other spots
She asked me if I'd been patient?
That will test the perseverance
Build strength in endurance
With that you'd know she lives
But why many hearts are scarred
And feelings are wounded
Scattered in desert where they burn
Her cores relax on patience
It unveils on tolerance
Without such, it withers in sands
The bruised heal while resuming the hunt
She said I exist already
I'm love declared a godly
Show me your fears
I'll help you prey on them
To see my gleaming existence
Why do you search for me
For, I always had been around
I saw you pass in tempers lost
You hurried wearing ears shut to my calls
I'm not a myth but a code deciphered
You will never find me in the rainbow
My boundaries are unreachable
So, to accommodate every other
"I am love", She said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem