I wish to be plucked.
To be kissed softly with the lightest breath.
To float away into the thin air,
to become something else,
maybe even a better version of me.
...this can't be all i'm meant to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh no, it is not, you have a long way to go and there are so many avenues to explore. Read mine - Of Dandelions and Tears - Adeline Foster