Soaring high
Climbing up
No height too high
No stopping
Wind carrying me higher
No forces holding me
Suddenly dropping
Fast
Faster
Lifting up
Climbing
Hard to do
Pumping harder
forces holding me down
Strength waning with each stroke
dropping once more
Silence
no one hears
no one sees
quiet stillness all around
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem. It is very expressive and I can feel everything theway you explained it. Ver nice.