Poetry Blog by Ankita Srivastava
Wings of my dreams
I just want to fly,
high and high in the sky.
With the wings of my dreams,
stepping on the cloud of hope.
tasting the breeze of freedom,
floating in the lung, caressing my soul.
I just want to fly,
high and high in the sky.
Breaking all the stereotypes,
Or taboos limiting me,
Relishing my eyes with gorgeous views,
free from all the frame of reference...
Friday 9th November 2018 9:25 pm
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