I am here for the sky,
Let it comes to me.
I want to fly
Like the bird
Of my orchard,
With the mountain
Of your body
Wherein I see
The real beauty.
See the magic
Of my poems
And feel the pulse
Of the sky therein.
And I wonder
With the insecurity
That encircled me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem