Saturday, 30 June 2012
Amongst the clouds
Riding high, racing through the sky
Slip streaming, never asking why
Floating, soaring above the trees
Freedom to do whatever I please
Being tossed around the stars
Knowing that all I see is ours
Somersaults and cartwheels
Knowing how true freedom feels
Soft fluffy clouds to stop my fall
Wow! this is great to have it all.
I have no fears to worry me
For I have peace and harmony
I have always enjoyed the feeling of floating, and really enjoyed my time piloting a glider, this is a memory that has stayed with me. The peace and harmony with the eliments.
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That was lovely...one gets the drift floating in this poem
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