And I was taken up the skies
high above the huge heights.
I flew on your wings around
with confidence and pride
only to be astonished am abandoned.
I couldn't fly alone, I had no wings
yet the fatal hurricane swirled dreadfully
and the rocky ground awaited to devour me.
I did close my eyes not to see my end
for even sorrow tears reached no soil
and the distance between was running to zero
for my apocalypse had come.
A wingless bird.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem