To be like the assorted flower,
Waiting for the first drops of rain
To be like the pale color fish,
Waiting for the first rays of the moon
To be like the motionless tree,
Waiting for the first breaths of the wind
To be like the icy mountain,
Waiting for the first notes of the summer
To be like the captive crisalid,
Waiting for the opening of his wings
To be like the silent bird,
Waiting for the first light of the dawn
To be like the tarciturn waves,
Waiting for the first currents
To be like the impatient child,
Waiting for the first words of his parents
To be like the lonely horizon,
Waiting for the first glances of those who hope
To be like sleepy eyes,
Waiting for the sandman
To be like you,
To be like me
To be like us
Waiting for the sign of a new enlumination
To be reborn from all that is no longer
But who will have to be
To be like the motionless tree, Waiting for the first breaths of the wind...like the bird waiting for the first ray of dawn.......... very fine figurative language and similes simply beautiful poem dear poetess. write, write, write. you have talent. tony..
You are so much encouraging dear Tony. In my lonely time when my soul and spirit are sailing then the waves of feelings come. Thanks for your kindness and appreciation. Wish you a great inspiration too
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I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Marie C. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
What a beautiful and nice appreciation for my modest talent by being an budding poet. Im going to enjoy yours my dear Jazib. Best regards