Flight

Rain Clouds Memory

 

I wish to be there where I yearn to be,

Where I can smell the scent of soil, Standing under a densely clouded sky.

 

Walking towards a turquoise sea;

Whilst listening to the rain drops that compliments the melody of waves.

What an enthralling experience it must be. Just imagine!

 

This is how I want it to be, where I can be present in a state of absence.

As if my body is still yet my soul wanders,

And steadily absorbing in the beauty of nature.

 

Wading through distressful memories is prohibited here,

Romanticize with scrupulous nature and embrace yourself as a part of it.

It is the purpose of being here.

 

I have been there,

Therefore, I invite to spread your wings and fly over to this exotic place of mine.