My home blames me
Not an answer for me
I am an owl
Like the life foul
Shouts my soul
I eat my nail
Silence gives me eyes
Mind gives me words
Time hides my dreams
Night arrests my sleeps
I must find a land
To plant the seeds
What I wrote
One day it may reap
Not for me in hope
But for who will need
My home blames me
No words no seeds
No reply it needs
Midnight slowly passed
Must go the bed
Day too gives a hope
Let me not to sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
midnight slowly passed, good writings.