Searching poetry in you,
the other name of life, when you hold
a firefly in your palm.
When the first tear
drops from the eyes of a sparrow
the poem is written in first light.
When you have no words
to say goodbye and lips try to say
without voice, the poem starts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting way to describe a poem, liked it. Poetry is everywhere how we conceive it matters and you did it in fabulous way.5******