Flying High


Into the mountains, above the land

Deep diving into the ocean of plans

Small as it is, the world is shrinking

We are here and there, in a spur of thinking

Few long journeys, a few long drives

Nothing is really long we reach to thrive

The thrilling breaths seem infinite

We are finally alive and flying high.

© Akhand Singh, 2015 © An Empty Glass, 2015

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