multitudes of wings
around my; my house
I can't pick which
one to wear tonight
should I be fleeting
should I be gliding
maybe stealthy flight
I choose not one but two
I put one on my thin lips
best is for my fingertips
I open my window to darkness
my door crack open to shine
am riding this light to dine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I open my window to darkness my door crack open to shine....Very amazing poem shared with reality to get touch of light. Nice.10