the last stanza in this is of really no importance, i just put it in, cause it sounded good. But i do wish to fly sometimes, to be in the air above all of the bad, and look down on the good.


How I long to...

How I long to float,
To be above the land
and sea
To fly above the sand

How I long to soar
to look down from above
and see you all
as tiny bugs

How I long to be
one with the air
to move so free
and never seem to care

How I long fly
over the oceans
over the mountains
over everything I know

How I long to leave my body,
to see myself from up above
To see me from a birds eye
to see me with you.



Poetry by Rhia
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Written on 2006-04-03 at 16:09

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Zoya Zaidi
such beautiful, fantastic longings!
"How I long to soar
to look down from above
and see you all
as tiny bugs"

Just love the tiny 'bugs' part!
Bravo little one!
((((hugs))))
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-03