Swinging highs, swinging lows,
Higher and Higher she goes,
Going up to meet the sky,
Like a bird, she will fly,
Going higher, daredevil try,
For a moment, for a while,
Descending, breaking smile.
Caressing wind, her hair blows,
Gentle breeze, rosy cheek glows,
Like the sea that ebbs and flows,
Childhood memory forever knows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you could flesh out this idea more it could go higher!