it can start in tears
or a simple smile
it may rise while dancing,
while walking in the rain
but when it truly happens
you find your own sky
when it truly happens
you get your wings to fly
and you never do flying
with out his hands taking yours
and you never smile
with out his smile supporting yours
no matter how mine started
it rised when my eyes rised
and my daily question is
if he has time to fly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem