I WANT TO FLY
I want to be, I want to fly
I raised my hands in hope of blessing
I never knew that this could happen
I flew up high into the sky
And understood that I can fly
I saw the beauty in the air
Where wind was playing with my hair
I want to be, I want to glide
Though this blue sky all day and night
The world tree rising up above
Refreshing waters of the Null
Had touched my lips and thirst was gone
I felt so light like feather flying
I raised my hands in hope of blessing
A bunch of clouds in the sky….
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So beautifully...
This poem is wonderful)))
Рыся Аня 23.10.2008 00:30 Заявить о нарушении
My best wishes to You!
Александер Петерсон 25.10.2008 00:09 Заявить о нарушении