White clouds,
And a blue sky.
Dreaming of the day we will fly.
Free wings,
Of a butterfly,
Drifting in the wind.
The world beneath our wings,
And the clear sky around;
Cherish your freedom, there's plenty abound.
And when gravity pulls you down.
Don't forget to look around,
Because you're always skybound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dreamt i flew as a butterfly, through gravity re-bounds a flower sounds the place to perch without a lurch. Thanks for the great write!
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