After Life


What if you could fly?
What would you try?
Would you soar above the trees?
And listen to the morning breeze.
I am far behind you,
Birds join in flight too.
If only this were true,
I would sail through the sky of blue.
The day will come,
Sooner than some.
We all shall fly,
Above the sky.



Imagine the prospect of flight for asecond or two after reading this. Feel free to anylyze this poem like crazy.

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