[Poetry] Flying over the grass

What if dreams made you fly?
Would the smile of yours become my Sun?

The sky seems so cold today,
The winds of ice were approaching.
I take my wings, this was the day
That my dreams weren’t crushing.

My voice thinks loudly:
How could my wings be like hope?
My fingers try to reach them
And my soul sings the song of the dead.

The field today is mine,
My soul runs deep within.
I have hopes and dreams of one kind
And I’ll hope like I’ve never been.

I touch the grass with my mind,
Like the smile that I share.
My feathers shine with the sun,
I aim the sky today.
The day I fly away.

Let hope let it be,
Me flying over the grass of love.


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