My soul is unrest and credulous.
It's impossible me to step down
As the stars not visible.
In the vast sky I am only a pathfinder.
How can I go back to the Earth?
I have already lost my identity.
But I cannot stay here any longer
Because I am only a visitor.
* This touch-and-go soul is hyperactive and it goes wild sometimes.
Imagination takes all creative people to the skies from time to time. But would we have it any other way? Very good, Nimal. Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Angst expressed creatively and with wings. Another wonderful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥