our philosophy lies
in this journey to the
wilderness
it had always been
personal
too much personal
a silhouette of yourself
on a sunset
a shadow under an island
of light
we were taught to clear
the tall grasses and
pave our own paths
and not to tell what happens
look at them, the flock
happy as they are
you cannot tell one from
the other
they all speak the same
and live the same and then
at the end
they become same all over
their mouths and tongues
all sands of the shores...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem