Feather of my soul
Knock at my pain
Scream for freedom...
Scream for colors...
Scream for breath...
Feather you are so
inculpable because you don't
ascertain...
Freedom exist accompanying
flying bird...
Colors exist accompanying a sign
of life...
Breath exist accompanying a body
and am just a apparently rich soul...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Panic. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks