Short Poem: Love Song on the Wings of the Green

Love Song on the Wings of the Green

In the soft morning breeze, the green shadow sways on the branches,

A lonely bird sits and sings, as if it were the illusion of love.

The light in its eyes, the song that fills its heart,

As if an eternal soul has been lost.

The swing of a gentle touch is hidden in the folds of the leaves,

The melody that sounds in the chest, who knows how that noisy chatter comes.

The soft language of love in its voice,

Spreads the assurance of hope in the forest.

The distant valley wakes up at the call,

Soft whimsical waves float in the current of the wind.

As if the bird knows who it is calling,

It loses its mind in the melody of its song and falls silent.

The green leaves move, the sunlight falls,

Fills its wings with its golden lines.

Illusion in the eyes, a smile on the lips,

As if lost in someone's love.

The shadow of a soft fan touches the sky,

An old longing awakens in the corner of the mind.

The love that has been stored in the heart,

Today the language of its melody flies away.

On the bank of the river, in the gap between the trees,

She sits in a different mind.

It seems that this is the form of love, pure,

Silent, yet eternal incense.

There is no desire, no demand,

Only the image of the heart floats in the sky.

A little light, a little wind,

That creates a glimpse of her love.

Her song swings at the end of the branch,

That endless tension flows in the chest of the wind.

As if to say that love means selfless laughter,

Where there are no conditions, no khasi.

A touch of soft dust is mixed in her eyes,

Like the scent of the beloved's hair.

He lives by that smell, he dies by that tune,

The green world revolves in his love.

One day he may fly to the distant sky,

But his tune will still remain in the forest air.

If tears suddenly fall in someone's eyes,

That bird's song will immediately give him comfort.

Love is so simple, transparent, pure,

Like a bird, spreading its wings and shining in the sky.

I don't want any name, I don't want any fame,

Just let the anxious nature of love get lost in that greenery.