in a little time you shall push me
until i arrive at the edge
my shoulder is about to feel the crushing
of the wall and the marks of the fence
write upon my skin
the limit of forbearance
soon i will show you how wings grow
how flights are made
soon you shall know how lonely can life
go without me
i wish you will cry
on the other hand i am definite you won't
your world is not mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem