When I saw the seagulls hovering over the cerulean sky
My heart was on wings roaming with the birds so high
This feeling was seemingly in a game back to my childhood
I set free my handmade paper jet plane in my small hand
I shouted it out loudly in the open air near my house
Fly up! Fly further, fly, fly, fly to a good place!
I dreamed of my flying this way though I called it daydream
Sea birds, paper jet plane, kept on flying with my dream …
©Cigeng 22Jul2015
Really lovely poem, so well thought out. Paper airplanes are so much fun to make and fly, it's amazing what you can make from scraps of old paper.
Truly, the poem reminds the reader of his childhood and provides its charm Loved reading and commenting
Beautiful piece. Nostalgic and brings back childhood memories. Seagulls and paper planes flying free! Thank you for sharing, Cigeng.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is always dreams of flying in happy healthy childhood minds, we are meant to soar in freedom skies in beautiful places, in imagination places within our minds we should always leap into freedom imagination flight