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Freedom of Travel

Writer: Muskan Productions
Muskan Productions
Apr 17
1 min read

Very slowly

Very gently

I spread my wings

Taking off from the softness

Of my eyes

And entering your soul

I inhaled the delicate, crisp freshness

Felt like a rainbow-filled, tender cloud

That floated

In the open, clean space

Of your soul

I found contentment

The space was still

My flight

Once again

Reminded me

Of the freedom

That I had acquired

In the vastness of your inner world

The only time

I had experienced

Total freedom of travel

 
 
 

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