one day more
another night passing by
you realize
you don't need anybody to define yourself
you don't need a flower for your hair
not a rubberband to bind the locks
one day more
and another darkest night
you close your eyes and grow your wings and fly away
and see everything so whole from a distance
and you say, what a mess, everything has been wrong from the
beginning
things that you have seen and touched
and regretted having seen and touched them
for a long time
these unimportant matters, that we hate and love.
we float, and see those that drowned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem