We are comrades in the strugle you and I
Trapped dangling helplessly in the air
Twisting protectively in the evening breeze
Destined to live life in a captive fear
One silken thread our only hope
Fate cruelly in control
Be still, you’re safe in my hands
Delicately placed you scurry away
A crashing fall escapes you
Oh my brother, turn and think of me
Twisting ever faster my thread unwinds
Fate cruelly in control
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the idea of things coming undone as the thread unwinds. Good idea!