a streak across the sky
shimmers of black feathers
soaring high above
going with the breeze
seeming without a
care in the world
his cry fills the air
of this place
showing his pride
and arrogance
that none can
tame his spirit
that none may
own his heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful write that makes one think what if we were one of those ravens.Would we be free? What is freedom? Strangely it might be different for individuals