You have to become
the candle
to bring light
why wait for the sunrise
You have to
dig your path
and watch the flowers
grow wayside
You have to free
your clipped wings
and set yourself
to fly...
This is excellent. Short, succinct, and fearlessly clear. That opening stanza stands out powerfully. Wonderful crafting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very philosophical - good one.