When the sky awakens,
So do the birds.
The sun greets them with a pat on the head
As the little ones call for their mother.
She plays the role of a man every day,
And doesn't get a gold crown for it.
...
Isn't it sad when we're almost there,
And we trip on the first step?
Like we've forgotten how to learn,
And our eyes are full of ivy.
Repentance,
Washes the soul.
Guidance,
Washes the mind.
So you can too,
Become with the birds.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
