The Flight

The Flight short poem

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I am not an Angel but love to fly with wings
it is my fantasy flight, to begin with…
life is about keeping balance when in the air
it can be by helicopter or simply by plane.

I use to fly a lot when was at younger age
but now I am enjoying watching those taking flights
also, love to see balloons over the blue sky
and people, those take a flight like birds up high.

So enjoy the flight when you can, be brave, take
a pen, fly with your musing whenever you can
‘I fly with wings’ but only in my dreams
this the way of flying it’s the safest for me.

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I have learned that Poems have a therapeutic impact on people.Poems have been recognised Worldwide as a unique Art in writing...Poetry is essential in any culture, and it is a valuable addition to 'World of Literature'... All Poets are unique and special. Thank you for your friendship in poetry...Peace...ZuZanna
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