Actually leaving is a necessity
I leave many times
And much oftener than usual
Most birds leave to warmer places
I go the other way around
In isolation
In an island of isolation
It may be cold
But I am the only bird in there
It is such a nice feeling
Being one and only
Being isolated
Like an experiment
Life, an experiment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem