The mind will rust
from underuse
The soul will rust
from overuse.
Rust in piece
Rust in peace.
The birds come flying
through the air
Where rust will sit,
the birds don't care.
Rust in piece
Rust in peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everything is rusty so be the independent bird and fly to renew the heart of peace!