I Meet Myself

Yet again, thoughts just flow and I put them on paper. This one's straight from the heart.

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I look outside the window,

And the world is under my feet.

I fly with pride; I'm a sparrow.

It's only blithe and merry that I meet.

I walk on a sylvan lane,

And the freshness fills in my heart.

I travel with hope; zeal I gain

To touch the horizon, as it appears in art!

They watch me fly, they watch me hope.

Who live for illusions, those.

They watch me free, but they are entangled in a rope.

Illusions and lies are the things they chose!

I sing, I dance, I roam in the space

I dive in a river, I splash in a stream

I fly in the sky with love and grace

I meet myself in my dream!

© Ishita Kinra