I'm here, spreading my wings.
Around, just solitude
And relics of truths
Lit upon hopes.
And the Phoenix song after dark.
Sky, you are the source of life.
Our metamorphosis.
The unwavering joy.
The epitome of devotion.
They sometimes call you destiny.
You, water lily of blues.
You hide us in rainbows
And you go about your way
Over and over again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alice, such an interesting poem...10+++