There is a gap between now and the horizon
I am standing in between
Scorching grounds, freezing winds
I am tossed about
survivor I am
I have my eyes on the horizon
Life treads me down
But I am rising with the wind
I am the dust of sky
I have learnt to fly
I am souring high in the heavens
I have a rendezvous with the horizon.
Very nice poem. Positive thought is flowing here 'I am the dust of sky I have learnt to fly I am souring high in the heavens I have a rendezvous with the horizon.'... is very nice. Thanks for sharing.
What a powerful piece. well written with emotions one can literally touch. Great stuff. Thanks for sharing.
" I am the dust of sky I have learnt to fly" Poetically capturing the scene of a dream. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems " Hope" and " The beauty of death"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
survivor I am I have my eyes on the horizon Life treads me down But I am rising with the wind I have learn to fly. very fine poem dear poet. tony