What is happening the sky is black?
The hills are alive.
I am flying across the plains.
I fly faster than ever.
I am rolling now.
I am in fusion with another being.
I am dreaming.
No I am not dreaming.
It seems so real.
It is indescribable
Smooth sailing to the never world.
If this is heaven I have reached my arrival.
It is like Hell never existed.
What is the Harshness of life?
Never will you understand.
Please never let me go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem