As high on a mountain that I stand.
Looking down, looking up disbelieving
where I am.
Looking beyond the mirror at
Who I am.
A lifetime person to
Understand.
Pitching the pieces of who I was
To the pigeons, the sparrows,
The doves.
With each pieces that drops in the sea.
My soul sings loudly.
Me really being me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem