Wings on fire!
Soaring over endless oceans,
she saw her silhouette floating on the water like a scintilla
luxuriating in the sight of the emerald blue briny deep,
thrilled by the unmarked beauty,
she felt as if on her feet was lying the enticing Shangri-la.
Gliding swiftly over the empyrean
like a swift stroke of brush on canvas,
she went on exploring beauty of the Elysium
listening to the music played expertly
by the strings of her musical heart.
Getting sprinkled by the magical dust of bliss,
feeling through her nerves the rush of euphoria,
floating in the sanctity of the moment,
as if breathing a thousand breaths together
that she had skipped under Par amnesia.
Her sprightly soul sped like a ferocious storm,
stunning the beholders with her fearlessness and nerve.
Scaling the mighty mountains,
she treated herself with the rush and wildness
that her starving heart never claimed but did well deserve.
She showed the world that she was born to touch heights,
proving them puerile enough to understand her austere thoughts and colossal dreams.
Surmounting the hurdles
she went on floating higher with time.
And once they said she couldn’t fly for she had damaged wings…