Flying,
The wings start to burn,
Trying to maneuver,
trying to turn,
A firey death waits below,
this i know,
I saw this coming,
I'm getting closer,
closer,
I can see the faces of the people running,
The end has come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good evocative poem - terse and vivid!