Here I die
and
you bloom.
From the ravages of my nest
you procure my breath
and
fly
with dreams of different hues.
You pursue the flight
and
I freeze into a fossil.
Tide and ebb.
I enjoy my sojourn
and
donot shear off the saga.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully crafted write about life. Very imaginative.