My body is slim..;
And..
My eyes are two poems from
Crystal..
My heart is a sole compound,
Looking for a port..
And the trees of poplar
Shake the stone dream.
Only the sun,
Melts the fog, and
Only the wind,
Will not get lost her way..;
Here I am, open my arms
And jump in her lap:
Oh, wind..
Take me, there is
Nothing, holding me back..
And my wings, small..! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Even with small wings things can fly. I enjoyed your poem, Keep flying high to the top.