I can imagine myself riding high across the sky
Feelings of hope, feelig I could never die
Feeling the wind breathing through my hair
Every inch of my body, touching nothing but air
I can imagine myself, living forever
Knowing right now, there could be nothing better
I smile bouncing from cloud to cloud
Loving the imagination, I had found
I can imagine myself through a storm
Flying to your arms, wide and warm
Closing my eyes, guessing where
Feeling my feet, dangle through the air
I can imagine myself, in your arms
Where you gladly spread your charms
A beam of light surrounds you
It seems like I can never reach you
I can imagine myself tiding on and on
But knowing I would never reach those arms
You stand too tall, too proud, too high, Yet I fly and fly and fly.
From: Sarah
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سلام
چند بار خوندمش
زیبا بود ...مثل شعر های دیگر سارا ...ساده و زیبا ...
چون سارا هم مثل من بی معرفته بنابر این نمی تونم روی این شعر اسم شاهکار ادبی رو بگذارم ...پشت کلمه به کلمه این شعر دختری ساده و بی الایش رو میبینم ... با روحی حساس و آسیب پذیر .....
به نظرم این شعر برای هر کسی که سروده شده باید خوشبخترین مرد جهان باشه !
salam
baba belog spoti shodi?
shear ro makhoondam bar migardam va mikhoonam felan.....
nemidoonam chi bayad begam...
dadashi mohammad addresse injaro az Medad gereftam, ...
... mishe begam MISI? :)
even the sun's sometimes black-
But not too long, light will attack :)
Привет из Флориды! Мне скучно до слез на работе, так что я решил проверить свой блог на моем iphone во время обеденного перерыва . Я люблю знания, присутствующие здесь и не могу дождаться , чтобы посмотреть , когда я возвращаюсь домой. Я поражен тем, как быстро ваш блог загружены на мой мобильный .. Я даже не используя WiFi, только 3G .. Во всяком случае, очень хороший блог ! привет!
.....and so it truly was, in this life atleast...
Always shining , never arriving...
His Light and charm
Archetype and personal
Strength and vulnerability
But flying in those spaces
Was the rare gift of connection
With the things that are most true
A blessed recipient of that love
Sun and storm, light and dark
All and everything, flying toward that Love
Which will never be reached
Not in this life or ever maybe
But that journey is worth everything
Now it's switched : it is he who
is flying high, knowing the dimensions of true things
And I who remains here, feet on earth,
But in this solitude
I find him always: An An An, in that Presence
Which belongs to Divine and its instruments
Never leaving really, always Now..
passing it on......can I receive it ?
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