I finally find a place to rest my wings on
It's not the place I've been looking for, though
It's just a small yet pretty isle.
I sit and I look back, to my path
and I saw my feathers, scattered.
Some flew, some drown.
I want to collect them back,
I really really really want to,
but as we know, I can't.
The wound is closing,
yet will leave a scar.
I touch it and turn my head.
My wings are still broken.
Regret I have not,
The pain I feel not,
Sadness, madness, I forgot.
For my only destination is there,
beyond this blue sea,
beneath that blue sky.
I will go on,
I have to...
yes, you have to go on don't matter what.. keep on going..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simply beautiful, all we have of the past is the steps we have taken or feathers we have left behind which soon disappear, and the scars that are left from our journey, yess to the future we keep pressing forward, lovely poem :)