TOUCHING THE SKY

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TOUCHING THE SKY

As the winds blew,
The birds started chirping like a pro,
Like a free man in a castle,
They started flying without hassle,

Their wings shone brightly,
A great reminder to start your day,
To be productive as much as you can,
Or do things that will hype your fun,

The sun that ignites brighter tomorrow,
Gives her a chance to bury her sorrow,
Every ray of it,
Helps her not to worry a bit,

The clouds that are no longer hold grudges,
Offer her a place to rest,
Its cotton-like texture,
Assured her of the wonderful tour,

Take a pause and enjoy the scenery,
Feel the warmth it brought you while watching the night's starry,
Can you feel it?
Have you imagined it?

A lady who was once a dreamer,
Now took her move to chase her long-time prayer,
To maneuver aircraft
An aviator that will fly the said craft,

She treasures airplanes and any other aircraft,
More than anything she can grasp,
She treats them like her lover,
To be cherished and handled with care,

Now she longed to fly,
With her complete armor, she complies,
She needs to do well,
For her dream to ring a bell,

She might not be knowledgeable enough yet,
But she strives hard to make it real, you beat,
They might let her feel down a lot of times,
But she's a warrior with her invisible wings to shine,

May it huge crafts above,
She's determined to nail it her success' sob,
She's not a space fighter for nothing,
For she owns the space, for the talent she brings,

It was her dream since she was little,
But as she grew older and started doing things of her own will,
She started pondering things that were quite impossible for her age,
But still, she continues what she ought to despite the barricade and hopelessness' leakage,

She can fold it like origami,
For she mastered the art of owning them, you see,
Aircraft were made for her,
So is she, towards the crafts she longed to conquer,

Nothing will stop her from reaching it,
May it poverty, judgment or whatsoever, name it,
She has been through a lot,
Now, she promised to herself to reach them with a gentle tap,

The more they looked down on her,
The more her passion inside her heart started burning flames that she can bear,
The wounds they gave her,
Made her extra stronger and braver,

Life might be cruel as they said,
But she fears not, not even a slight of tremble she can hide,
They fuel her passion to keep burning,
Now, what she only needs is to keep her dream standing,

Hush, don't cry,
Indeed, you were born to fly,
Now, start the chase and try and try,
Keep chasing your dream until you touch the sky.

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