Great idea with passion led
To feelings of wings I spread.
The flight I consumed like bread,
Gave me joy on which I fed
To elevate me to head
Airways on which I tread,
Took me away from life’s dread
That tried to place my soul dead.
Life’s dread truly it did shed.
For my faith high is the bed
Of my strength that hugely bred
To a point where joy is said.
really I enjoyed your feelings! I spread my wings and I discover Freedom... the Freedom is the feeling of your wings free from any restriction... that s the bird's feeling... well said!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
TaMaRa HaNaRinG**** (10/13/2009 11: 20: 00 PM) a beautiful free soraing poem..giave me some of joy too while watching you in your flight...10+++++..will visit again..thanks for reading mine...