I have flown for days, in silence, in mind;
I never hide, but never want to be seen;
I scream, but never want to be heard.
Life, in me, in Life, for me.
Soul, in me, in Heart, for Her.
I begin to, and then end it;
I see, I hear, I am, I was.
- DRMA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Future be of the past The here of the now For in such one should be proud Another painting of the clouds In mystery it shrouds What is beneath them? What is it hiding? With absolute understanding is in this world I am demanding. To walk with no shoes As pain is bared Make a promise yes I swear. Knowing if the end is near. Thanks for the inspiring poem, keep up the great writing! ! !