Flying High
In the open sky,
I do want to fly,
Yet, lazy enough to sly.
A bit lacking of confidence,
But for sure would be able to gather someday,
In an exquisite way.
I will soon meet the horizon,
Where the sky and sea meet in large debris.
Gather all of them as if a celebrity,
When the coolest breeze would arrive,
Touching my heart with tranquility,
Then would my weaving dreams come true in reality.
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