I
that always
have a dream
of fly
I
with pride
that can never
pass you by
I
and pride
are the start
of the real
tragedy
but
I won't let me sigh
I won't let me sigh
Yes, sometimes pride does get in the way! A small poem with big meaning here, Sara. Love, Fran xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice indeed, with these few words you ssay so much. 'Keep on inking the Pages' Poison