tattooed on her skin,
seem to reach the sky
caressing the clouds beneath her breast.
And I failed to notice them
in the black of the night,
accidentally brushing them aside
as if to smother them beneath a blanket of selfishness.
But as the daybreaks
they again show their need to be set free.
Just as you did. Little birds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem