Sometimes,
I want to spread my wings,
And wrap you warmly,
As hen and her chicks,
But your thoughts scare me,
like the fear of the unknown,
What lies beyond the first planet,
What lies beyond the horizon,
The curtain falls on my eyes,
But how can I merely conclude,
Without first conceiving the fact,
I think my mind is rude,
But my heart I know is true,
Of what it nurtures for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what lies behind the horizon, good writing really.