A fluttering restores the air
Birds return
and in the night
make a dream out of
the sky's blue
Seeds fall
Create a flower from mud
or increase the desert's
sand
The earth receives
shades of flight
echoes
of the thrust of wings
against transparency
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well thought-out and nicely penned. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing Gloria.