Dreams of Flying #poetry

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Dreams of Flying

There are these moments
When, I’m part of the treetops
I’m privy to the blueness, invisible
And alive in the iridescent

Darkness bathing the twilight
Oh and it is to be angelic again (always, ever!)
And go straight up with the

Clouds, dreams of flying
Came to me often, lost
In pure distances, to be
A listening meadow to the sky

To be part of the Spring that
Always returns with new stories
Of sunshine, new clattering
Buckling, wheezing, beating
The sensation of newness
Young for a few hours again.

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