When the fiery disk rises
I take flight, destination waiting
Though misty a morn, a plan the good Lord devises
When the fiery disk rises
Cold gusts I beat as hope arises
Each flap, each glide confidence reinstating
When the fiery disk rises
I take flight, destination waiting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this poem very much with its beautiful graphic. love it sooo much.l go on your journey dear poetess. wish you well. thank you. tony