Grasping the cord that holds me within, I look to the sky in hopes of sight,
the cool wind airs whip and tricks, soothing me as I gaze back down,
The ground looks so soft as I let go, Flowing seamlessly through the air as though I were the cool mist carried by the ebbing wind. Tears well in my eyes as I marvel at the beauty of my life and the joy that I can bring, and I just let go,
I just let go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there's a fine sense of hope in this...great work