The bows and arrows of love
the contributory wings of a dove
must counteract the storm
the lightning trapped
in the bottle like a genie
waiting to be freed to dance
for the first-time perhaps new
it's our right, our privilege to live
and exceed all our boundaries
and examine what is real.
And again, once-more heal.
Heal to explore love once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem