Sunday, March 28, 2004
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To Fly
I really cannot fly.
Some mornings I have to wake and shake
Myself from this dream.
The notion that I,
An earthling,
Could possibly have wings,
Beautiful ones that help me soar above the ground,
Powerful wings, that make my body sing,
No matter what the sound.
With wings I am free
To dart, and soar, and glide,
Away from these bonds that hold me.
Could I throw away this earthly hide,
And sail into the twilight skies,
I would forever sing and fly.
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Flying has been my biggest dream for as long as i can remember. But not in a plane or with a hanglider, i'd love to have my very own wings like an angel (or devil hehe
) . Or maybe levitate just by thinking about it! Strangely, whenever i dream of flying, it's very hard for me to take flight and stay in the air... wonder why that is 
Anyhow, i really enjoyed your post, and will be visiting you in the future
Thanks for your comments in my xanga! You are always welcome there. The beach is a 4-5 hour ride away for me too, depending on who's driving, so i try to go as often as i can
OK seeya!
I like those words! I can feel it as I'm reading it!
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