Flying high into skyways of my mind, parachuting through the nights, billowing chute soaring farther out of sight.
Heavenly blue roses, folding over my soul as I pull on the rip chord.
Suddenly being pulled up and carried on whims of air current until I touch the ground, ready to go up again for another spin through heavenly skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem