Turning pages; pigeon wings
Pencils scratch paper like halting trains
Pens click painfully: anxiously
Snickers cower in warm breaths
That could fill a hot air balloon
A thousand times over
But I’m a feather,
They wisp me away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the images! They are exciting and non-trivial, the alliteration does a lot for me as well.