Ever since I was a child,
A flying house, I always styled.
A house that would soar up high,
And rest among the clouds in sky.
Cozy, colorful it will be,
Pulled by balloons, floating free.
I will live there on my own,
Where clouds and colors make the zone.
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Author:
rajatbagchi (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Image to prompt, depicting a childhood dream!
- Category: Children
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Comments1
A fanciful dream, childlike in its concept and colors. It floats like a cloud in the mind. Nicely written
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