Flying through Thoughts

April 30, 2014

Wind blowing her hair.

Sun beating down on her back.

Water cools her feet.

Sitting by the stream.

Staring up at the blue sky,

wishing she could fly.

Fly above the world,

above the danger and war,

finding peace at last.

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