All for fragility all for love
All for chained-chaste liberty all for love
In the white evanescent divisions of a dove
Each finger a feathered laced necklace
Each wing a hand of grace.
"Optimistically, is it all for reaching out?
A dislocated wing wedged maternally, efface.
You know this place; can be heaven sometimes".
So take a flight, sing your heart-rhymes.
Chirp like two lovebirds, together make a couplet
Knitted laced one end to the other, at bedtimes.
Because this place; can be heavenly sometimes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true, can be heaven one day. thanks..