Father, you are so fool
That I can’t see the horizon of
Your last step that I wanna hear
I am a poor child in your last dream
The world is becoming more strange
To me and flower of water
To me and iron of sandy place
Father, I can hardly exist on lily trees
And pretend to be an innocent bird
very good write, thanks father. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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