The lamp of glory burns in my soul
and does my songs inspire,
when the angels’ tongues sing words of love
dancing around the flame of glory.
My ears are winged
Feet seem haunted
The spirit sings
In a joy, holy and pure.
Ears are winged feet haunted to dance around the flame of glory.. great imagination
Song of purity! Spirit of innocense. Great poem! Love; D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The spirit sings In a joy, holy and pure. beautiful words.