My truth

My wings,

My nest

I could fly tonight

My hands became my wings

I fly across the ocean

Witness those moments

Which become the basis of humanity.

I would listen to those sobs

Which is imprisoned in the hearts of stones.

Went to those huge waterfalls

Whose water is eager to touch the ground

And the drops would aim to touch the skies

Even when flying so far

Miss your yard.

Basil grass, orchard soil

Of the door chain and the window

Lessons learned from mother and father

Slowly my wings are brought down on my own roof

Yes, this bird will return here

Then in their own homes

Flight is my dream, my goal

Home

I have my own

My truth