Once upon a dream,
Many umbrellas stood high up to the sky,
Radiating the glowing beauty of the sunset,
Everyone was the same colour, size, shape.
A beautifully repeated pattern of tranquility,
But,
One other stood out,
Reaching higher up for the sky than the latter,
She wanted to touch the sun,
She wanted to fly,
Like the beautiful birds did,
Never could she settle for less like the rest,
Why?
Because she had dreams,
She was different,
But it was beautiful,
The wind was her guide,
And so her adventure began...
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Flying Umbrella
PoetryPoetry book of an umbrella, who had her own way of life. × × × I write on the pictures in every page, I'll just keep adding anytime I can, but I'll love you to check it out! Comment and VOTE!!❤️ Happy Reading 🌺🌺
