The bird it fly from brance to branch.
Its wings spread o so wide,
like looking on an english tide.
Its feathers fall from the sky,
when it stops i shall die.
The bird it flys from city to city
and doesnt take any pity.
The bird will never laugh
or never cry never be still
or never be shy never be missed
or never be kissed.
Reminds me of someone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find it so sad. free but lonely