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HamzaHasnain

If I could fly

Something in my dreams, if becomes a reality

Flying like a bird with the sense of spirituality

Wings around me, I could fly high in the blue skies

Crossing the coastlines with the swirling eyes

 

As happy as the child, I would be like a bee,

Crossing through the flowers with my soul set free

Breathing pleasant fragrances, savouring the sweet nectar,

Relaxing in the petals dew, I feel like a collector

 

Hovering over the clouds I would fly like an aeroplane,

Feasting my eyes all over the meadow lane

Riding through the rainbows and floating through the gale,  

I believe, I could end up on my bed, without going pale