Flying

Escrito por Joanna

Cities and towns unfolding below,

set by the rising sun aglow,

the wind, chasing clouds across the sky,

soaring fast as a bird, so high.

 

Silver moonlight on tierd wings,

the sea; a tale of many things,

white horses ride the crests of waves,

to long forgotten coves and caves.

 

The southern sun glaring down on the orient,

land of wonders, facination, enchantment,

sea of sand, an unsailed ocean,

fearsome sandstorms in constant motion.

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