Jump, oh how it makes us feel
A rush of joy that's hard to conceal
The ground beneath our feet takes flight
As we soar into the air with all our might
With each leap, a moment of grace
A chance to leave our worries in a trace
The wind in our hair, the sun on our skin
A sensation that lets our spirits win
Jump, it makes our hearts sing
A moment of freedom, like birds on the wing
In that fleeting moment, we feel alive
A feeling that's hard to describe
We jump for joy, we jump for fun
For the thrill of it all, under the sun
Jump, it brings us closer to the sky
A moment of pure ecstasy, where we can fly
So let us celebrate the joy of jumping
A feeling that's always worth pursuing
Jump, oh how it fills us with glee
A sensation that sets our spirits free.
-new king
About the Creator
Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 3 days ago in Wander
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