In the silence of the night,
My mind soared in flight.
Sprouting wings as I went,
I felt heaven spent.
Floating on a silver cloud,
Where this world is not
allowed,
Soaring to heavenly heights,
This trip, pure delight.
Gaining altitude, on my
way,
Searching for a brighter
day.
Higher, higher, to the
light,
It has been an awesome
sight.
I looked down, the earth
to see,
It really meant nil to me.
My creative juices began
to flow,
I was caught in the after-
glo.
Mind full of thoughts, and then,
I began to mentally pen.
Tomorrow, back home in peace,
I have found a sweet release.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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