Others can not will not have not
that is not the lot I choose.
Explaining to the sky egales fly
perfect eye words written to
the few whom see.
Grasping air the wings of care to
struggle in the sky so high
in safty there.
May I talon crasp the color of your hair
and softly comb the fear of sorrow
with my every care.
Having life while I may, such wave of wings
the clouds will bring the very breath
of air so sweet to you.
Heartwarming poem, with a touch of few thought provoking verses...beautiful craft...though need a one stroke of editing, a typo error at the second stanza.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very powerful with an strong feel for nature thanks