sky seems to be
vaccant
ornithoid's are geting
absent
no sound of birds in
morning
mute is over shadowing
evening
seasons are going
colourless
nature is showing its
curial faces
no more songs by sky
kings
ear's are hungary to
hear their sing
greed is destroyind their
home
their voices are growing
unknown
dusk and dawn, land
and sea
appearing like a silent zone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Things are just not seeing right - true