Animating are the things of fortune.
Breathtaking I soar to hit the ceiling
Of the sky I felt awake there blessing
My head to become revitalized with
Energy surging through me like water,
The liquid of delight that roars of peace,
The harmonious realm that is free from strife.
I confide in such to give me comfort,
Knowing fortune has at last come to me
With boundless lasting positive results.
I often have difficulty creating inspirational poems, but this one flows so effortlessly it seems like it poured onto the paper. But, then again, I wonder if readers of my work have any idea what it takes for me to string three words together. Regardless, this is a great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lifting us to heights to feel high, but certainly not dry. Very nice.