i really do not
know
how far has the sigh
of a hornet
gone?
it was planted somewhere
here
beside a stone silence
below
a scattered sky
upon the drifting cloud
a butterfly once flapped
its wings
as expected wings got
broken
something is gone for
good
to the amazon river
till the danube
into madagascar from
belgrade
how did the sigh turn
into a song
sang by children with
drums and bugles
inside the palace of
a dethroned king?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem