Cherry petals fall
Among the ruined graves
Although I feel so small
I watch the sunset's waves.
A nightingale and I
Are still sitting out
My wish is to fly
It's all I dream about...
Gasping for a spell
I sit under a tree
I sense the flowers' smell
While birds fly so free.
Tork Souad Diana
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreaming-of-flying/
