A tender white dove
So fragile and pale
The beauty of
I can only tell
She soars and glides
Up higher than so
So graceful and mild
This dove I know
All wish to be
As poised as her
Her feathers and wings
So white and pure
All the prey in life
She must fear
Yet let's roll so softly
Like a gentle tear
So strive like no other
To obtain as she
The most important of all
Her all knowing peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your passion and your art flow and i especially love the ending' her all knowing peace'