SWING OF LIFE...
Flushed the sky bleeds
on cotton cheeks
sad clouds that float
haphazard with the wind...
The earth will be left alone with its
dark asphalt streets marking
lonely courses that birds follow
under a universe full of stars
silver where the one that shines
the most has your name engraved
on the wood of the swing of life.
John Bisner Ureña.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem