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Soaring
(Hey everyone, sorry I haven't posted anything recently, I moved back to Canada and have been really busy, but I hope you enjoy this poem, I'll try to make more time for writing again, -Dimitri )
Soaring
I soar over the pure white clouds,
It looks like an ocean of purity,
I see now why many believe that god keeps his home up here,
There is nothing like a pure white sight,
When you are above the clouds, there is no bad days, it's always blue sky, or a pure night,
To be soaring up so high,
To be going home.
It's been to long home,
I have missed you,
Will you of missed me?
Will you greet me with open arms?
I do not know,
All I know at this moment is..
Pure white.
Soaring
I soar over the pure white clouds,
It looks like an ocean of purity,
I see now why many believe that god keeps his home up here,
There is nothing like a pure white sight,
When you are above the clouds, there is no bad days, it's always blue sky, or a pure night,
To be soaring up so high,
To be going home.
It's been to long home,
I have missed you,
Will you of missed me?
Will you greet me with open arms?
I do not know,
All I know at this moment is..
Pure white.
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