THE POEM
A poem is wet with the rain in my window
Passes quickly into my ink with the sun,
It appears as the rainbow unbecoming me
In the glaze of a fairy it holds me tight,
Colourful wings of words flow in the soul
Turning me into a stream of melodies.
All alone I sing like birds of spring in mirth
Echoes autumnal leaves of slender cheeks,
Silvery like moon alone I am among stars
Shine on people so beautiful like flowers,
All the streams and seas bear my shadow
Jump on waves so gloomily I break away.
Again as a hill I am still in twilight rays
Watch how calm are trees though dark,
Released like a child from the womb
Splashed in pain I am as a mother knows,
Wait for a name to the new born babe
So much of love for it I alone can feel
It remains in your heart though I fade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem