When I see,
I fly,
Even when I don't see,
I also fly
With my powerful wings,
It seems strange,
But it is true,
The reason is
I always love to soar high,
That's my basic instinct,
From morning to night
They try to find me,
But they fail,
At night they fall deep asleep,
Then they succeed to see me
In their wonderful dream,
That's the great moment for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A fascinating imaginative write. The passion to fly is innate to some. people. A well expressed poem.