I feel like a fat bird unable to take flight.
Something disturbs the flock.
I have been stripped, strapped and strung,
This winter has mirrored an anchor.
Life is asking me to come back and
Pray spring, I shall wake a fresh flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice, im always impressed by someone who can pack a weeks worth of words into a couple of sentences