LITTLE BIRD
When I was a child,
I wondered,
Little bird,
About you…
Why you had no home…
I wanted to catch you,
To hold you to my chest…
But you flew away,
From branch to branch,
And watched me
With tears in your eyes…
Now, a grown man,
I stand close to you,
And you are not afraid,
And it seems, as then,
You look at me
With tears in your eyes.
Could it be you know
That I am an exile,
Like you were then,
Without a home?!...