I WILL not follow you, my bird,
I will not follow you.
I would not breathe a word, my bird,
To bring thee here anew.
I love the free in thee, my bird,
The lure of freedom drew;
The light you fly toward, my bird,
I fly with thee unto.
And there we yet will meet, my bird,
Though far I go from you
Where in the light outpoured, my bird,
Are love and freedom too.
The poet makes the opportunity to highlight the freedom and a medium is the good bird. great thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha I asked you about a true friend foolish not this one