I hope to stay,
And the sky leaves me.
Leaving the sky
Is not so important
When I am present.
I marched forward
Leaving the sky,
And I observed my
Own life in my own light.
Nothing to worry,
I said myself and
I recite my own poetry,
In my own home,
That I declared heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem