I Flew A Plane

by mpalwala

December 20, 2014

We all have dreams to strive for

a goal to reach to reach for

we just have to wait for the right moment

to get success like the Romans

My dream is to fly in the blue sky

In a great metal bird

for which I would die

my vision seemed kind of blurred

But I never gave hope

I kept my ambition for planes

I held on my dreams with a rope

I felt like I was in chains

I always wanted to fly a plane

I read books and worked hard

I put in all my brains

could that leave me scarred?

I put in all my efforts

finally I achieved this goal

I flew a plane over the deserts

and then woke up and realized it was a troll.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaOct 18, 2017

<p><span style="color: rgb(37, 37, 37); font-family: ITCFranklinGothicStd-Book, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Powerfully expressed! Truly powerful! Keep sharing keep sharing! The world needs your expression! Keep sharing your life your mind your heart! </span></p>

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