It is not the undoing it
That heals
At most it could just be
The covering
The topmost layer
It could be, but i doubt it
These scars
Tested is the departing
The moving on
No carriage no luggage
It is this spirit of a bird
Shadows of wings
Do you leave bloody feathers
In those skies?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem