I want to breathe rain.
Feel the summer mist running through my veins.
I want to ride the clouds.
Soaring free on the edge, high and proud.
I want to drink the sun.
Glowing bright, a solar masquerade undone.
I want to be the stars.
Flickering ornaments, no prison bars.
A grain of golden sand
A touch of heaven in my hand.
It sounds like there is a lot more behind this poem than it leads people to believe, is there? Really good write though!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write...I am very impressed. Keep it up John!