When i look at his
face, he was looking
at something else,
i like to capture
his eyes,
to see how truth
was,
they are wild birds
migrating
to a faraway land
and he cannot promise
to take them all
back to my home
there is nothing
and i know that this
politician true to
his nature
has again lied, and
which to me
is the only truth
that he cannot hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem with high craft, enjoyed too much..