You flew,
without sound
with the wisp of the cloud,
in the crisp morning air,
against the blue skies,
forgetting all the whys
of yesterday.

poetry and image copyright neha 2019
You flew,
without sound
with the wisp of the cloud,
in the crisp morning air,
against the blue skies,
forgetting all the whys
of yesterday.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
And sometimes you fly
soaring across the blue sky
into the waiting arms
of the people you love.Â
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
first time flying…pic copyright neha 2019
My son had his first flight at 10 month old to Canada. He was a great little traveler with minimum whining on the plane and loved spending time with family. Hence my prolonged absence these last couple weeks. 🙂 Hope to catch up on some of your posts soon! Happy Weekend Everyone!
Neha
You fly above the clouds
Chasing the sounds, of your dreams
Drifting in the songs of your soul
Poetry and image copyright neha 2017Â
On dark nights,
when the moon sleeps,
to the star’s lullaby…
I lean on you,
and we fly high,
on the  eternal dreams,
of our love.
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