an eagle can soar, fly high to the the sky
than can never own sight..
spreading the wings with the feelings
of air, touching their feathers with
the sort of care.
flying up high further and further,
higher into higher.
further and further from the ground,
when started on the ground......
flocking their wings together made
it easier.when the wind blows, allowing
it swaying their wings into the blue sky.
dwelling the gravity
versus aim to fly high....
her wings are not so tough, not so strong
not to feel the weakness of her feathers.
instead she kept on going on, flocking on just to
reach the next mountain on the other side
of the sun.....................mgm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem