Blue dream

After working with the theme of the poem and reading "The Listeners", we wrote a poem pretending we were a traveller. Here is mine.

Ten feet away 

from the solid earth.

Fliying in the sky, 

touching the clouds.

From place to place,

as free as a bird.

Radiating happiness

as if i were a sun.

My mind flies away, 

i feel refreshed.

Roaming around, 

in an endless dream.

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