I knew it not
But my hand was tied behind my back
Cruelly.
Then someone came
And with a little tug and push untied it
Truly!
Now I'm running
Again outrunning the wind and sunshine
Sighing.
Here I go!
Watch me shred the grass beneath my wings!
Flying!
The world is behind
The sun is set before me in radiance
Shining.
I'm soaring wild!
And soon on golden apples I shall be
Dining!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
golden apples? ? -landrey