Missing link,
pen in ink.
Human instinct,
almost extinct.
Something to bring,
reason to think.
Balancing on the brink,
to fly or to sink.
Let yourself shrink,
following the heavens´ wing.
Sometimes odes to sing,
or a bell to ring.
A tiny little thing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really enjoyed reading this poem. thanks for sharing