Falling, Falling, Falling; Free.
blue skied ceiling above, mother earth below.
I see.
I touch, I feel, one moment, one sight,
one, one, one.
One moment of freedom, air rushing,
caressing my skin, filling my soul.
I can fly.
Her sweet embrace, in one moment,
one fleeting instant, one red flash of
sight, envelopes me.
I am one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stay with the vision and write again of the joy you must have had there. Excellent and powerful p[oem