My guardian angel had me fill his shoes for a day:
I got a bang out of flying over the rotating Earth.
By gorgeous mainlands and oceans was I blown away,
Hoping my eagle eye would lead me to my native hearth.
When I saw myself as a sprout, I started instantly to freak.
Tears flowed down the kid's cheeks: he'd lost hide-and-seek
And was summoning angels to help him find a secret hideout.
He saw me and was so frightened that gave a puzzled shout.
Then I tried to cool him down, but he'd run away from me.
I could feel my haunting anxiety for frustrated desires
And I realized that fear had always been my worst enemy.
As long as we're afraid of never knowing fear, we're spare tires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem