Flying High

I've got a vision,
That I'd like to share—
A feeling of how happy is happy
And how beauty is fair:

I see me flying high up there,
Then having a rest with no burden to bear,
Sitting on a couch of leaves
Located high among the clouds
Then staring up at the sky
With my seat waving me like a feather on a fly

Slowly slowly

I come back to the earth
Sensing the beauty
Of the fresh air when I
Deeply take a breath.

by Mohammad alKurdi

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