Powered by the winds
I just want to fly
and reinvent myself
like clouds in the sky.
But I belong to the Earth
and it needs power
I remain rooted here
moving, but slower
The Sun paints the sky
in patterns bright and new
to fuel imagination
as I power you
Boundaries in life
defined by an aim
are not limitations
but enhance the game.
Lovely, Reena! I particularly like the lines:
‘The Sun paints the sky
in patterns bright and new
to fuel imagination
as I power you’.
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Thank you, Kim!
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Beautiful poem. Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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I do like this ๐
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Thanks, Willow!
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Beautiful!
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Lovely poem, Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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We can always dream…
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Yes. That is how we survive. Writing is dreaming ๐
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Dreaming out loud ๐
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