Homeward
I`m going home
but not today
I`ll be going back
when
the spring
wind blows
the sun warms
my face.
I`m going home
To my house
In the middle
of nowhere land
to find my heart
that used
to be glad
if lucky I might
among trees
and bushes
and rabbits roam
find
inspiration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem