In the scenery of existence
those spots of iridescence
come in tireless, seeking flight
probing throats of showy trumpets
that open and proclaim sweetness
for birds it is just a working day
so come, poets, with knowing eye
to complete the wonderment
.........so come, poets, with knowing eye to complete the wonderment.......... yeah; so let's, go to complete the wonderment
Come along poets and poetesses! ! ! Singing along like lovely birds! Able to fly around up high! ! ! ! ! With the muse of poetry. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like iridescent birds, they are so beautiful. So I enjoyed this sublime wonderful poem too. Kudos!