the kisses fly away like birds
into a darkened firmament
documenting the flirtation
for day was but an ornament
and tenderness is memory
a feather blowing in the wind
tossed and tortured in a storm
where exhausted love must end
all that soars someday escapes
song and passion find crescendo
fading love and cold migrations
will go the way the seasons go
so love must always end in grief
the kisses fly away like birds
as wings ascend a dying breeze
and lips are left with only words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem