is a false start.
Years of shedding tears.
Plugged up — sewage in hearts from corrupt and bankrupt love flings. Nosediving birds live
with her, but a new view awaits
fills the emptiness of missing sunflower
petal light clings.
Connected are two
imperfect blossoming people who
yearn for the same future
sunshine sandwiched things.
Rescued are drowning angel wings.
A life vest — his arms are the
peanut butter clings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem