YOU CARRIED ME FAR, GOLD-FINCH.
I try to catch the song that a finch sings.
I find its wavy sound in my heart rings,
but my ears are too weak to seize the tune
and to my dearest poems to attune.

I see you perching on a twig too frail.
I find it like my words that try to nail
your tune and that rainbow that stins the sky
and spans between your tree and clouds that cry.

You make me know how tethered are my hands
when compared with my soul whose flight expands
between the earth, the sea and endless space,
starting from my small room and tiny house.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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