I will fly
Like butterflies
But this time, high
Higher than the butterflies,
Over the sky
The limiting sky
Even if I crash,
Expect no cry.
I will try
Call me all,
A mere fly…
I’m not shy.
Hi, Mr. Sly
Crafty,
Wily
And tricky.
My sigh is silent
Served by the shooting stars
And gone astray
In the scorching sun.
Blink your eyes,
Mr. Starry-eyed
My fears are dead
On its orbit, I shall never drop.
Verily, bold, brave, courageous, headstrong, daring heroic.................10
Inspiration circling through imagination, bringing wonderful thoughts to place into words of poetry! Good imagery, eye catching symmetry in the way you speak silently. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bravo