She swings
She flies
On wings
Through skies.
She hopes
She dreams
Sun-rays
Moon-beams.
Head in the clouds,
She won't come down,
She's full of music,
Lost in the sound.
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The Poems of Far Away
PoetryNot everyone has time for poetry. I know that. I respect that. If you really don't want to read this, it's okay with me. You can just leave. It's fine. But if you're still here, I would wish you could try to read these poems. Not everyone reads the...
