Where next will you TRAVEL?
When the chance occurs once more
Where does your fancy take you?
When you let your spirits SOAR?
Secdea
10 years ago
Floating on air, holding your hands, I fly in the blue shades of reflecting skies in your eyes, I float into the passing sands like a forgotten moment, Hear the sounds that your eye-lids make while blinking, While I rise up in a callous mood, soaring high. Climbing and gliding between the clouds they cross golden wheat fields waving below perhaps the soaring sound of a Mozart clarinet concerto can reach such height as the wings of an eagle in a flight
Where next will you TRAVEL?
When the chance occurs once more
Where does your fancy take you?
When you let your spirits SOAR?
Posted by yellOw-PhOenix at 20:03
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