Photo by Edu Lauton on Unsplash
I feel happy,
like I could dance,
even with no music,
in my head.
The days flowing out,
between my fingers,
on this winter,
in a spring of my soul.
I feel good,
like flying in my toughts,
all ordinated,
all rarely seem correct,
I am dreaming higher,
feel like now, living more.
It is, like magic,
but kinda of real,
in a ecstasy unknown,
for what I know,
for what I saw.
May this last again,
to feel once more,
the like of flying,
over a cloud,
bouncing,
no fears or sore,
just me being me,
over old toughts.
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About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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