My soul flies,
It flies under,
And above sky;
Upon seas make,
And build dreams;
From time lost,
To hearts seek;
Mountains seem,
Small completely;
I leap through,
And over clouds;
Rain does not,
Hinder my flight;
All celebration,
And gifts reveal;
My soul that flies!
Thursday, 25 February 2010
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what am i saying?you're poem is AWESOME!
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