Shout even shy
Look up there, not in church,
In heavens; do you see flicker?
That is me watching you
Kind of love and envy, jealousy
Bad, too bad, I am winged
I compose, scroll, then I read
But cannot, no cannot be in chain
Cage of roads, obstacles, which I hate
If not I would be there next to sheep
(The photo you mentioned, sent to me)
I sure am too happy of your write,
And of course, having read end and top.
“…an island far, far away…gets…boring, ”
(Hate at first then the love, abhorring)
“Suddenly the mountains aren't dense anymore.”
Now I see everyone that you love on the street
But no time for landing over there; too early.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem