May be a little exquisite bird
With plumage light emerald
A narrow gorget on its neck
Green and black
Masked crimson eyes
As if challenging the vast blue sky
With its tiny wings,
However rough maybe the weather
Who cares?
It's ready to map the infinite
With its two distinctive tail streamers
Does size matter
When a flame of hope within is burning ever?
Size does never matter, lovely coloured drawing added as graphic for this poem intelligently put and very impressive and plesant to read, dear Poetess! 5 Stars full on Top
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Small error, must be the word Pleasant, thank you