With birds
Closed eyed and I fly with birds,
soar through the clouds and thunders heard.
I want to fly in my dreams,
be amongst the eagles as they scream.
Soar high above it all,
tuck my wings and let myself fall.
Swooping back up to the top of things,
spreading my majestic wings.
Looking down there are no words,
closed eyed and I fly with birds.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2025 07:20
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Comments1
I think that most people have dreamed of being birds whether in dreams or as pilots of planes we long to soar. A lovely poem
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