That show is well emphyreal for me to descry.
In my ardour, I long for that show to apply
Extra bliss to take me to firmament, as nigh
As I appreciate placidity that passes by.
To my content, that show offers fervour to lie
Throughout my memoirs as its sticks in my head wide;
It touches my nature to blaze in a wild ride
To whoosh off with wings to tower, I take in my stride.
Such lift within me I so covet to abide,
The performance of that show never fails to glide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem