When I grow up, I want to be aliferous. To have a pair of wings for my own. To fly around and see amazing sights. To be aliferous and free, soaring high. Spreading my wings in the sunshine. Swooping down over the sea. Would you like to be this way too? Maybe we could fly together, choose your feathers I've already chosen mine. It's a wish I'll always have. To be winged and able to fly. An impossible wish but yet still mine.
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My poems and Thoughts
شِعرThis is a small collection of my poems written throughout my time and the thoughts that swirl in my mind.
