I am a feather
Light as the air
I will rest
On open palm…still and calm
When awe is through
Then I will go
The Wind will pick me up
She’ll take me on her lap
where we want to be... or where we should be... that is the question....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'When awe is through Then I will go The Wind will pick me up She’ll take me on her lap' made me think of a serene place...then i suddenly realized how we are like feathers...great write!