Father, you are so fool 
That I can’t see the horizon of 
Your last step that I wanna hear
I am a poor child in your last dream 
The world is becoming more strange 
To me and flower of water 
To me and iron of sandy place 
Father, I can hardly exist on lily trees
And pretend to be an innocent bird                
very good write, thanks father. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
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