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Fly Above.

The rising  dawn in a silvery tone.

The  early morn rising  from a slumber,

The cool dainty rustling breeze,

Invite me,

To fly above.

The  receding dusk in a golden hue,

The eve  settling to a sombre mood,

The gentle  tired whispering wind,

Beckon me ,

To fly above.

The  shimmering  moon  alighting   from  the sky,

The night sinking into   pitch darkness,

The silent  sleepy whispering wind,

Call me ,

To fly above.

Wish to fly away from the crowd,

Long to run away from the fret,

Like to get away from the world,

Love   so much,

To fly above.