Free, Next To Me Poem by Chantal Lammerts

Imagine feeling the wind in your hair, while flying through the sky,
To be able to go as far as you want, all the way up high,
Imagine feeling the sun on your skin, without the fear of burning,
Aren’t those the things for what we are all yearning?
Imagine to fight like they did in old times, to protect what you love,
To at first be one of them, and then to slowly rise above,
Imagine being as free as possibly can be,
Imagine doing all of this, all next to me.


A/N: another short one, hope you enjoyed! R'&R'! xxoxo Chantal