She read and...
She must've read my lips
To me she, was one bird
Sparrow, an eagle or plane
Could've been noisy, gulls
She flew, inspired my poem
On the ground, shadow-shade
Looking up in skies, I observed
She was gone.
Memory of vision
Know-don't know illusion
This mirage with a lake, fusion
There she was.
Pen came, helped
A poem of guesses
She read and commented:
"Excellent"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem