we leave
thus making a promise of coming back
without knowing, we step against a bow string
that does not break,
made from the longings
of those that are dear to us
of those we are dear to
and one day
the string pulls back
we become salmon running home,
against the current,
against the reason of all the people
who have not reached their heart
yet
Beautiful work, keep writing and posting more poems. Your poems touch the heart and the soul
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I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, running against the current. To return? Read mine - Home Is - Adeline