On one lonely afternoon
I opened my wings
and took a ride with the moon
Whistling with the wind
I flew high above the clouds
I met with aliens
I took the sun around
And made friends with angels
I rolled with the stones
I laughed with the sand
I put on the dusts blown
And I clapped with the grass
I played with the trees
I sang along with the birds
I danced with the breeze
And rocked in the air
I raced with light beams
I competed with the oceans
I lost to the streams
Then I woke up from my illusions
Oh! I am just but lone sick
But yet I revel in my lonesomeness
Afterall, life is just a trick
with a marking confidence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem