And when this is over
There will be open skies
And free spirits
I do not think
I will be born again
Nor do I wish to be fettered
In chains once more
When this life passes
I imagine my soul roaming free
In the company of those
Whom I truly love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I imagine my soul roaming free In the company of those Whom I truly love ... yeah for the true lover there is no fetter, no chain, no doctrine, no...no..and nothing there just freedom and independent kingdom o free! come hug me, love me I'm you country I've no frontier there is nothing just a zephyr of your gyre come and hung me, love me I wanna to be FREE
Thanks for those lines in your comment - I like the ‘zephyr of your gyre’