You’re a bird that can never fold
Its wings.
Cherishing a patch of blue sky, a heavy rain, and a story,
Like a night that comes and goes,
You bloom rocks.
You deny those unreal cloud and mist, and keep dreams deeply concealed
Beyond existence.
At a standstill in flight, and smashed in chase
You argue with your shadow and fall in love with yourself
Trapped all around, only with your mind filled with
Emptiness.
All the beautiful and the ugly drift and swing all the time in all places
But you, you’re the intangible wind
Standing on the opposite side of things.
I'm not sure I understand your poem. At first it seems someone never rests....but I have never seen a bird fly in heavy rain. This sounds like a loner, but I could be wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good comment, Thank you for you reading it. At a standstill in flight, and smashed in chase-