Fly High (英文詩)


版主: 麵糰仔

A long journey is not like the tiger chasing rabbits.
However, like wandering walkers, walking alone under the darkness.
Finally wake up in the heaven
Good memory dreams raise me on the morning of Sunday, with smiling in opening eyes.
Attractive low singing songs are around with sunshine in dawn
The voice says
Follow belief
Follow soul
Follow love
Love makes everything
In Golden Dawn
The golden feathers flap, fly to the light blue sky
The first fly
Fly high
<Fly High>
A plain poem, perhaps too plain.
Many grammatical errors too, I'm afraid.

But hey, "flying high" is a really good dream!
When in heaven, nothing really matters anyway.