i look up at the skys
wondering what it feels like
to fly so high
to be free from harm
to be a beautiful bird
but when i look down
i saw myself jumping off a clift
trying to fly like a bird
but when i hittd the bottom of the ground
i lookd at in the skys
then i saw a baby bird flying by
i went home looking in the mirror
then i thought about tomorrow
wondering if i should try to be a bird again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks :) peace angeline-♥