How many wings can you cut
To stop the flight of birds?
Their freedom lies in the power
Of their wings, in these words.
If you can, paint those wings with your brush,
They'll sing your paintings worldwide.
In their freedom song, hear the rush,
As their wings stretch open wide.
Then, you'll be the purest painter,
Of all time, in their eyes.
For you captured freedom's flavor
In those wings, that reach the skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem