Alone, I watched
my pen
scratching words,
making lines.
Ideas
shine out through.
Can't stop
my hand
from moving.
Too many things
to write,
time is short.
Until I saw
a bird
gliding free.
A tiny sparrow,
brown,
and cute.
It set on
a tree,
a snake beside.
I jerked,
sigh...
poor sparrow..
I write again...
'poor sparrow'? i don't know why... but i can imagine you saying that in a sarcastic way... =)
sometimes there are things which catches our eyes but at the same moment its taken away from our reach.. But with this distraction we have to move on and continue writting our story..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
GOOD ONE! hahaha...