I stare at the sky.
At the clouds, the planes,
The things that whisper, taunt,
'I love you, I love you.'
'I think I loved you too.
Once, long ago.
But then I grew up
And you were never
There for me! '
I yell to the sky.
But still it murmurs
With the wind,
'I love you, I love you.'
Like a fool
I cry and beg and fight
Promising myself
I will never return
To the sky.
But always the fool, I run back,
Lying, 'I love you,
I love you,
I love you dearly.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem