Such as pigeons know where
the place to lay their plumage
so–get rest,
Pigeons know where are home.
Let this words flew to home.
Hear me, home.
Oops sorry–I mean, Pigeon.
Ah…
I’m just too tired of being sore, Pigeon.
Then i let my trust,
your choices will guide,
I will always be me,
and the door will always open
because,
you know this boy–Pigeon?
This boy being in longing to meet you,
Fly!
Fly!
Fly everywhere!
I know you know where are home.
Bring me some beer when you home,
then get drunk, of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting poem, Rifqi