Swallow birds chirping
perched on tree brach
no one feels the
with deafened ears
But there is something that
i also feel for them is
the tranquility of the Ghost
that the occupied at the moment.
Canary bird
I kent just be talking
about myself
like an canary-bird
singing in jail
wide and long
it's sized the inspiration
breathing on air
with oxygen.
November 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem