He sat there,
On a moonless night.
Gazing up at the sky,
Yes, he was a wee bit high.
He thought he could fly,
So he took a leap of faith,
Which took him straight to his death.
As he fell,
He gazed up in the sky.
There, he saw a face.
A face, that made his heart race.
He reached out as he fell
But, he was on his way to hell.
He felt the ground draw near,
Strength gave way to cold fear.
The ground crushed his spine,
As he screamed, 'NO! YOU'RE MINE! '
Time stood still,
As his body began to heal,
Wings grew on his back.
And he shot up to the face,
A face, that had made his heart race.
Time stood still, As his body began to heal, Wings grew on his back. And he shot up to the face, A face, that had made his heart race.. great imagination... jumping on night without moon falling, breaking the spine........ then resurrecting into the hands of the angels. thank you very much. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
Love it