Was never a Morning as silent,
Sheathing birds' songs for later.
Perhaps.
When Thursday's winds will loft them.
Unknown destinations.
While Sol shines questions of no warbled greetings,
From the chorus.
Where the sparrow, wren, dove?
Worried.
No storm approaches, yet silence was
Not forecast.
Morning has no wings today.
A sad and thoughtful poem.....morning, without singing and chirping of birds can not be imagined.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'morning has no wings...' sad enough most bird species are getting extinct, i no longer see the domestic sparrow of my childhood. no more a winged chorus to herald the morning either!