something right,
those musts, and
oughts,
they narrow the
mind,
make it too small,
and blunt,
something is free,
wings and claws,
and clouds and skies,
and rivers,
surging, floating,
and flying and moving
and moving,
the mind becomes
an ocean, a universe,
an expanding and moving
space,
owned by no one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Something right must be done in life. Expanding and moving in space we live long life. An interesting poem is very brilliantly penned.