If I had a pair of wings,
then I will love to fly.
I will pack few things
and glide in the sky.
I’ll map the sandy shore
and hover over the boat.
When the waves will roar,
I’ll sing a calming note.
I’ll race with the fish
or settle like the shells.
And with the dusk’s windy swish
return where my heart dwells.
© Taruchaya