Flying in the air
Through childhood fantasies,
Making friends with clouds
I recall those memories.
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combining impression style and magic realism! very beautiful and simple!
body is a silly thing......your mind...your soul......can fly faster than clouds......
The same old story - we always want what we can't have. And yet, there's always hoping, right? I adored it, and could visualise every word! ! ! Great write!
beautiful poem dear Fahim I felt like Bryan Adams on Cloud No.9 keep sharing anjali
The clouds were intriging to me as a child and still continue to be...they are beautiful creations of God's Almighty hand. Thank you, Jeannie.
When I was young I used to look at the night sky and dream of hopping from star to star. I have not given up hope yet; for one day, by His Grace, my wish will come true. Your poem is innocent and lovely.
this reminds me of the children's book 'care bears'. lovely memories
Clouds of beauty Breasts of Milk Greying black to shower us white cooling bulbs pillows of passion floating in the air full of life and ocean.
let your imagination fly, fahim, so that we get to read such wonderful poetry always.
Spontaneous flow of imagination packed with perfect rhyme and rhythm. The poem has a music of its own that displays your high poetic calibre. Thank you for sharing it. CP
Beautiful thoughts very well expressed, , , , great poem indeed
a beautiful racing poem has some of the thunder and a beautiful rain