We dare fly.
Higher and higher.
Swooping, touching leaves.
Brushing strokes.
Calm and fleeting.
Scarce fledglings we are.
We dare fly.
Carving simple paths.
Killing to live.
Living to kill.
Left further behind.
Leaving for others.
We dare fly.
Giant empty skies.
Tortured and awake.
Landing so softly.
Preaning ego's.
O' how we dare fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
STEVE...ELOQUENT STATEMENTS OF ENGAGING PROWESS, HERE.WELL STRUCTURED PIECE....METICULOUS ATTENTION TO METER/RHYTHM... STELLAR USE OF WELL PLACED IMAGEWORX TAKES THIS WORK TO AN ELEVATED TIER OF ACCOMPLISHMENT...JOB WELL DONE, STEVE FRANK/FJR