Nothing concerning me is atmospheric
i have no weather nor season
i am not a sea today and a desert tomorrow
if i were a bird for no reason would i perch
flying is only what i keep at.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you were a bird you couldn't fly forever; you would have to perch sometime. Yet the idea you expressed is an intriguing one. Thanks for posting this.