Freedom for all its worth,

I find in your arms;

Cold winds of nature,

your misty breath that calms.


I fly along these skies

and float over the world;

At peace, as I rise

above these flying birds.


My ride may be rough,

it may even be smooth;

For even in your turbulence

I find your nature soothes.


Upon your wings of glory,

is where I shall live on;

My one and real love,

my sacred nymphic song.


I rise above my madness,

your embrace lifts me up;

You give me my solitude,

you save me from the corrupt

life, I lead subdued.


By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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