Wimpling wings
in the twinkling lights and
eyes to weep
in the downing dawn's blue ink
of the springing spring,
while swirling from nature's swing
to sway, or to rock
the night's ring,
and to reach out to free birds
without fallin',
it leaves the garden forthwith
right in the light to fight
the last winter's wind.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melancholic as a song. thanks