Belong To

Poem

No, I’m not yours,
I belong to the Sky,
my home is the sea,
the wind is my brother,

and I talk to the stars,
they know how I am,
never force me to stay,
for they want me to see

the light of thousand moons,
the wishes and the dreams
of many thousand souls.

I want to live in this world,
I want to die along my friends,
but I belong to the Sky.

more by GEORGI DIMITROV-KARLOVSKI

photograph by Susanne Feldt

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