As I soar with out streached wings and as the breaze of the wind swims over my wings. I peacefully surrender all my bad thoughts. Letting them flow away with the wind behind me. I soar through the sky only seeing the clouds. Feeling at peace once again. No unhappy thoughts to remember or regret on my journy through the blue sky. I remember nothing but only the moment I surrendered. all the things that held weight on my heart and my wings. As I journey through the blue sky. I forget everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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