Affair With The Wind Poem by Brian Jani
Affair With The Wind
Pan head
My pan head
Mine you are
And Yours I am
Been we have
To Lands the mind has only tried to imagine
Together barriers we shatter, lands we conqure
Diamond studded paths we pioneer
Up dangers spine were an impulse
For now time is a snail we have salted
In your belly Thunder gods creed
Their symphony you conduct
The sole genre my ears crave
Friendship with wind we have forged
Her cheeky slap We've savoured
Adrenaline is your blood
Mine drowns in yours
My pupils gape wide as the sky
Devouring the velvet Horizons
Nothing is in our way, invincible we enthrone our selves
Till snails platinum trail ticks once more
Gallant steed I call you.
You and I, flesh and iron, 'manchine'.
I don't get it. What the heck is a Pan Head in lines one and two? Maybe more extensive poet's notes are in order.
A beautiful creation nicely brought forth with artistic brilliance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 1:11:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
excellent poem brain... i liked the way you write, a nice fashion and beauty