A bird with wings in the heart
Sweeping the clouds for the higher sun,
Flying past hate,
Running on the round earth
In search for the gentle stairs,
Cutting down the sky,
Closer to your feelings,
I count the forest of your thoughts,
I learn deep into your eyes,
The ocean of endurance.
Pass me over the one who wants me a diamond in mud.
It is better under your hummer,
To fit into your crown,
Or better on your hand.