The Thought by Mykhailo Petrenko

I look at the deep sky and think in the mind:

Why am I not a falcon, why I can not to  fly,

Why, merccy God, haven’ t you given me wings wide?

I would leave the earth and fly into the sky

Far beyond the clouds, further from the earthen,

To seek fate, to greet the sadness medicament

Ancd ask for favors from the stars, from the sun crown

In their clear light all my  sorrow  downright will drown…