You have wings, 
I let you fly.
I want to you to fly, 
fly high and far.
Fly without me, 
you'll find a way to come back to me.
Days pass, 
weeks pass.
You haven't come to me yet.
I open the window and say, 
Come back to me, little bird. 
I know it wasn't a mistake to let you fly, 
but I miss you.
Come back to me, 
I whisper to the sky.
Come back...                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
This is really beautiful Laura. I think many people will identify with this lovely poem.