Tears ran scant like a perishing brooklet
My heart was tender than a hatched bird
The reasons were overlooked...
By the time i spoke my first word
It was too late to forgive and worse to forget
My heart's life was slaughtered at tender
I saw birds soar to high heights
They looked free and distant
I ran climbing endless valleys and
Rubbled roads with tender bones
My neck was soaked with tears of grief
I say the skin engraved with fresh thorn rage
Like a deer under pursuit by a foe
I had a need to run and rest
I had to take this heart to a place of safety
With year's shadows and sun passing by
I grew to know that even the highest mountain bird is broken too
Sit where you are and rest...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is like a deer under pursuit at times! Nice work.