high speed on the go
move like wind
double with lightning; so furious
that conquers the temple of
Olympus
no one seen each feather
sway from our hearts; just the dusk
had master each night
that placidly goes,
as we dream the chamber in our
soul
even the trumpet of the night
whistle the thunder
to blow; come little
joy of droplets in the sky
the heaven wait
no more, for the lamb
needed it so
the wings have touches my soul and
as I lie me down, kiss
me goodbye Darling
Really Really Nice write! Loved the show of emotion here. Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
joy of droplets, thanks, good writing.