Melancholic is the evening hour
The breeze whispers in my ear
‘Come with me, soar to the sky’
I say, ‘I don’t have wings to fly’
It says, ‘Part with your body and mind
But cling to your heart and soul
Then you feel light and bright
Ready to zoom away and scale the height’
‘Oh yes, I shall, for I want to fly
And gaze at world from up and high’
Away with the breeze I go in hand
Leaving behind the body and mind.
sunnysideofliving
Suni… You have a very bad habit of picking such exquisite words,where do you get them from
…. Cool !!! One characteristic trait of all your works is “You bring and emote the feel of the content so well that one would really get lost in its beauty …So am I and are these lines 
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By: Vikram on September 14, 2008
at 2:25 pm
Oh thanks Vikram……I m speechless…….thank u sooo much for ur encouragement, buddy!
By: sunnysideofliving on September 14, 2008
at 5:38 pm
‘I don’t have wings to fly’……
You don’t need wings. Words are there to take you on a trip to the magical kingdom….
Happy journey.
Amen.
By: Irony on September 17, 2008
at 11:18 am
Hey Ron!
Actually,I depend on my dreams to travel…….I can go just about anywhere I want to, be whatever I want to and do whatever I want to……..
By: sunnysideofliving on September 17, 2008
at 12:08 pm
Hi! I was surfing and found your blog post… nice! I love your blog.
Cheers! Sandra. R.
By: sandrar on September 10, 2009
at 12:54 pm