when the sun rises and night withdraws
Cold and in awful pain she lies
with her beautiful, invisible wings
not noticing that the bird
of nothingness
is there
she seemingly sits
with her eyes closed
but no
she is only a part of light now,
of light and love.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
liked your imagination.giving the word flights a new meaning