The world in my eyes,
is so very narrow.
I am the hawk,
you are the sparrow.
Flying in circles,
and looking for places.
Where we can land,
and blend among races.
Out of the shine,
is where we need be.
To make us feel feel fine,
so they can too see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing like a cool spot.