it's a horse
\no, it's a stallion
it's flying
maybe it's a plane
or a giant eagle.
oh no, it's flying away from me
'Come back! that's the wrong direction! '
it's too late
for my hope
it has flown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet it was Hope that remained in Pandora's box after she let every evil out.