Like the wind
I fly
High above
The clouds
So pure
So soft
As if
An angels wings
Took flight
To the sky
Soaring bravely
Guiding me
Through the darkness
Into the light
Where I rise
Free to live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem has an old age charm to it... some how i relate more to such simple poetry... it runs like a rivulet....murmuring...unstoppable.... liked