Like a bird
out of sky
am I
the lonely drifter,
a dark blue storm of humanity
hanging on
too many thoughts
that weigh me down.
A swallow
with no song on her lips
am I
gently rise and fall
and fall
and fall
every cloud
a dream
that I chase,
but never realize.
Imagine
a moon so bright,
a love so deep,
as to chase away
the night
whenever the seasons
of loneliness
come.
but it's just that:
an imagination
Very beautiful verses. Never underestimate the power of the imagination. It sometimes keeps us going, eh?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this very much....superb lines