If I could fly
And touch the sky
The clouds so soft
so misty and white
If I could spread my wings
beyond, what my head thinks
If I could touch the miracles
If I could feel, being limitless
If I could fly beside the birds
like I am one of them
I would feel the wind
sweeping fears off my face
If I would see the world up so high
so tiny it would be
with all it's petty issues, left behind
May be I don't have wings
But I do have imagination
that can bring everything to life
By just the way it thinks.
Even when I can't fly
I can imagine how it would feel
It makes me smile
it makes me live in a sweet moment.
YOU ARE READING
The magic box
PoetryMind is a magic box from which millions of imaginations can be pulled out..i am gonna use it in form of poetry.
