at the back of his mind
he knows he can do it
less the nevertheless
sans despite and respite
a ball of fire keeps burning
inside his heart
his feet have wings
his eyes light rays of the sun
penetrating the abyss of the
unknown
black clouds open
whirlpools stopped
every element in celebration
for his entrance to
the higher level
the existence of lightness
of this free electron.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem