we don't belong on earth.
we can't spin like we need to
on the treetops-
we need the galaxies
that have not been
promised to us yet.
can you see space
through my skin?
we wander like kings
but if you want me to be clear
i'd rather be poor in the sky.
we are more than earth.
extra
terrestrial.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reads like a vivid dream I suddenly recall in the middle of my day, emotions and memories rushing in to fill a void I forgot I had. Bravo, good poet. Delightfully accomplished.