High into the air we float
On our way to where?
To see the world from way up high; we fly
Air rushing into silk
Instantly transporting us upward
Reeling in the beauty of the light
Bound for a magical shore
A blissful haven of retreat
Lullabies of peaceful, mythical times
Luring us into their arms
Of ancient past times ingrained in our hearts
Over, above and far, far away
Nirvana awaits
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This article was first published on Medium, where you can find more of my work. You can connect with me at Rosy's Ramblings. I look forward to meeting you.
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Rosy Gee
I write short stories and poetry. FeedMyReads gave my book a sparkling review here. I have a weekly blog: Rosy's Ramblings where I serialized my first novel, The Mysterious Disappearance of Marsha Boden. Come join me!
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