I’ve searched the world I know I know-
I’ve worn the clad of Dynamos.
I’ve held the scepter of a prince,
I’ve danced with dewdrops on the mist.
I’ve left with one fact you should take
If your acts and put-ons break-
Nothing will fly you quite as far-
As the wings of what you are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short... simple... beautiful!