we all do
we find the direction
of the sky
what choice
do we have
to feel this
comfort
of God
to feel
the place
of the sun
and the moon
and the
stars
day and night
it is always
the sky
the symbol
of eternity
of what is
up there
where perhaps
the heavens
lie
where perhaps
everything
is bound
where perhaps
our fathers
and forefathers
live
where perhaps
we are
all welcome
where perhaps
no dirt
of this earth
is no longer
found
what did they
say?
to the skies
we are meant
to fly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem