Father, you are so fool
That I can’t see the horizon of
Your last step that I wanna hear
I am a poor child in your last dream
The world is becoming more strange
To me and flower of water
To me and iron of sandy place
Father, I can hardly exist on lily trees
And pretend to be an innocent bird
Kawa Karpo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-a-light-on-my-head/
