city lights so far below.
I leave it all covered in snow.
above, up in flight
I sit here and gaze at the amazing sight.
I have yet to know what God plans
but I know I'll be in new lands.
The lights turn into a glow,
As it all so plainly fades away
I begin to slip away too.
Asleep with Madrid to meet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem