To Fly Among the Sky

Mon, 07/11/2016 - 15:59 -- Szacik

Oh what it is to fly, I do not know, How I yearn to gaze above the cool air. To feel the freedom of the grounding dirt and to flit and float above the seas, then sit and rest upon the trees.

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