Its been spoke of before
And greatly sighed o'er.
As oft that, at day's end
Sadly heard to blow.
Bounding, soaring, then - splat!
A heart; as death-lain.
One sunny hour of life's
Broad spent in bold show.
Nailed, echoingly, down:
'Wing-attached feelings
To hover in the mind
As a moon-shadow'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem