Being free has a content feeling,
Soaring through the clouds,
Up and away through the ceiling,
Unchained from earthly struggles.
Those wings of flight,
Aspires me during sleepless nights,
To be free,to glide,
Above all fears and frights.
Above them all,
There I would fly,
Flying whilst enthralled,
With the beautiful night lights.
And as the light of the moon,
Caresses o'er me,
Nothing can compare not even a fortune,
The feeling is like dancing to a soft tune.
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems made with the flow of spontaneous thinking and rhyming words. :)
