I want sky, wide and blue,
To soar above, to dream anew.
With clouds like pillows soft and white,
I'll paint my dreams in morning light.
I want sky, vast and free,
To whisper secrets, just for me.
To watch the stars as they dance by,
And feel the breeze, a gentle sigh.
I want sky, where birds take flight,
To chase my worries out of sight.
To feel the warmth of sun's embrace,
And find my peace in open space.
I want sky, a boundless sea,
To lift my soul and set it free.
To find my wings and learn to fly,
In endless skies, I want to outspeak,this world so beautiful.
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khudai Noor
pen as his compass and creative mind as her material, has secured himself as a complex narrator in the scholarly domain. His stories, various in type yet reliably convincing, mirror a profound comprehension of the human experience.
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