Quest


The times when I fly above the clouds,

Always feels like personifying,

The whole vision ,

As clouds as my white sea,

And the everlasting blue horizon above it,

It gives me a thought,

Of sailing the ship on the white sea,

With the quest with no end,

In the search of peace ,

And the staircase to heaven. 

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