I see many species of birds
from morning till night.
They speak different languages
the migratory birds from all over the world.
What a colourful pagentry and harmony?
Nobody carries weapons
and no any harshness.
So it's very harmless to be with them forever.
Their twitter makes me happy
and I want to be single
whole of the journey.
If she comes I fear the birds won't be here.
She scolded me in her last letter.
'You are good for nothing; a Gooseberry
one day you sink with your birds
in your own bottomless harbour.
Your holey gondola won't be long-standing.
My wicked Gondolier,
you propel with your rickety pole to the hell!
Wind up,
your unfortunate wino Goddess.'
Excellent imagery, but what a sad message! Even a silent scolding can be very damaging to a person's self-esteem. Take care. Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The gift to listen and apperciate nature not all have, shame for them. Superb imagery!