I fly above
in no other sky
the smoke deters me not
Where there's smoke
there's a raging fire
I fly into the hot
The sky is perfect
that's why I fly,
I fly thru clouds and wind
I'll fly and fly until I die,
then rise up to
fly again
I'll fly and fly
'till I am high
on heaven's wing a loftin'
Two wings it takes
a synchronous flow
up and down
or just free and not begotten
There is nothing better
for a free bird
for eternity hot white
like pure wind-blown cotton,
I feel I'm flying out tonight
A superb imagery of freedom is portrayed wonderfully.We also hear the fluttering of big wings at the same time.Loved the pictorial quality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A superb piece with superb imagery.........nothing less than 10