Flying High.

Flying high in time,

With love to be mine.

It’s the love of chocolates and of things which we are yet to be found.

Flying high with pride,

For the new sun is alight,

We shall laugh,

We shall play and be in the divine kingdom,

Where nonsense doesn’t stand in the fray.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.