The faith, snug under my feathers 🪶
and I can be happy there in the hope.
In the flight and fall of myself and others. Sometimes the air is still and sometimes I'm blessed feeling the safety in the current.
Yet, there will always be those flights when I find out the flow was false. Those, I linger in grievance and then circle back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem