Every day
It gets old
Doing the same
Nothing new
Going insane
Too many troubles and cares
One night
I saw on my back
A pair of wings
With a thought
I floated above my bed
Then with a grin
I opened my window
I fly into the night sky
Feeling free
The breeze kissing my face
No one could stop me
Hehehe
I was very happy
Gliding across the seven seas
Stopping in different time zones
I stopped in Venice for a slice of pizza
Then to Rome for pasta
Then to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower
Then to London to see the Queen
Then to Japan on Mt. Fuji
And ate sushi with my pen pal
Then to China to see the Great Wall
Then to India to ride an elephant
Then to Africa to see a lion
Then to Hawaii to so surf
I flew and flew
Going to places to my fancy
And I never went back home
this is what i have dreamed of before. getting wings and flying to where i fancy. this is ironic. i love it thought. im vrying cause its just so... good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats really imaginative. I like your style. How long have you been righting poetry?