the sparrows fly together like a
big boulder of rock
from the barren rice field to the
other side of the road
and like a big brown blanket
hover on a patch of green bushes
beside a dilapidated house
these little birds are so strong and
i have never seen them splintered like
a window glass shattered when the
mad boy hurls a fist of stone at the center
of its shadow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem