Fly High Poem by sarah frank
Fly High
Opening the eyes of a bird
falling or is gliding? Opening my arms or is it wings?
spinning around like a ballet dancer and forcefully like a cyclone.
dark clouds ahead, darting though the clouds
Like a bullet piercing though its target.
thunder roar, lightning flashes right before my eyes
tosing and turning dodging the rage of storm.
spinning right out to the sunlight. Whisper are calling me
closing my eyes once again, waking up from
a wild dream that i might not never see again
The voice had a fascinating dream about flight that went like the wild wind.
Sarah, isn't it so lovely or do I ask how it feels having such a creative mind. Tight imagery, didn't even have an inkling it was a dream till I read it all. Keep doing this cause you are good at it...would be better. Thanks for inviting me in. Regards
''closing my eyes once again, waking up from a wild dream that i might not never see again '' excellent poem....I love it.............10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 6:18:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this is so nice piece short but cute love it luwi