Fly high where view is fine.
Up above to the silver line.
With that hope that’s inside.
To that land where you’ll shine.
Beneath where flows a clear sea.
With trees so green for you to see.
Dancing daffodils to the tunes of wind.
Luminous lights of various kind.
Sparkling waters and sweet scents.
A wondrous place is such to descend.
2 comments:
Im just out words. truly....when i read this poem it gave me a cool breeze, direct to my heart and soul. so much hope and so much beauty in the feelings u have expressed. So beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutiful it is. very lovely.
keep on doing what u do best dear.
Im always with you (not to mention im just too invisible to everyone sometimes. heheh. u know what i mean dho)
But really...i salute your work.
Wonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnderful
thnx Sofeeeeeee 4 the lovely comment
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