Endless Blue Sky
Endless blue sky
When I look upon that sky, that sky of endless blue, seeing those birds fly. I feel like I’m
flying too, when I stand somewhere so high, look at that endless blue sky. I wished I could flying next to them, looking at the earth with the wind in my hair, the feeling of driving through clouds. O I wished that I could fly in that endless blue sky.
poem by Thomas Tromblee
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