The Soul, The Wings, The Sky

The Soul, The Wings, The Sky
I wish to fly.
Give me wings.

Let me fly,
lifting myself aloft
in the sky.

It longs to fly,
alone, independent
high above,
far beyond,
ascending ………………………….

Let me fly,
to surf the winds,
swim in icy-clouds,
to taste the
honey-dew drops of
rain water hidden in it.


Let me fly,
to see the stars,
meteors, comets,
to check my face,
on the mirrory moon's surface.

Give me wings.
Let me fly,
to see the galaxies,
Pluto and Aaron,
to see a panorama of
the milky way,
to see what you see not.


My heart yearns.
My breath longs to fly.
My desire is to
drench in the snow of light,
to be free from shackles,
go scot-free from mundane world.

Hear me!
Listen to my heart!
Pulse my soul.
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