There.
On some branches,
I see myself looking across skies.
Behind me two hateful eyes that love some,
He watches those feathers fall, as he comes a little closer.
Beside me another,
in the cold shade.
he waits around hoping for something more…
Something good? I feel like I will never know.
Just SOME crows
Perched on SOME branches
Telling SOME stories that I live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
enjoying your poems, immensely!