Spread your wings and fly, I told my thoughts,
But they were weak of wings.
So I gave up thinking of all oughts
And took up little things,
Little duckling things that quacked around
My being every now
And made all the difference in the sound
I have made somehow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Telling thoughts to spread wings and fly with new transformation is very nice and thrill giving. Fantastic sharing done definitely.10