You have wings,
I let you fly.
I want to you to fly,
fly high and far.
Fly without me,
you'll find a way to come back to me.
Days pass,
weeks pass.
You haven't come to me yet.
I open the window and say,
Come back to me, little bird.
I know it wasn't a mistake to let you fly,
but I miss you.
Come back to me,
I whisper to the sky.
Come back...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really beautiful Laura. I think many people will identify with this lovely poem.