On the wings of a dove, my heart flies in a cold embrace
High in the atmosphere above this warm and pleasant place
I fly with a view spectacular, from where I can see it all
On the wings of a dove, I fly above, and hope that I don't fall
On a wing and a prayer, I cling to that which makes it all worthwhile
I float on air, and circle around the sky for mile on mile
And when I return my breath has almost left my heart behind
And the things I've seen will forever be, locked inside my mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem