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How I wish I could fly high

I would even cry for it.
Let me wait for seven more years
And see if I can fly high.

I want to fly so high
I could reach outer space,

Where I can’t see the Earth
But only different planets.

How I wish to fly with the birds,
How I wish to talk with the birds,

And say bye to the people
Who walk below me.

I could explore the skies
And the planets around me.

I should see the bright sun,
But I would never go near it.

I could sit on the clouds
And admit that it is too soft.
I could even take a piece home
And make that piece famous.

I could steal a star,

I don’t need a car,
And even try to plant seeds on Mars
By watering it every day.

I could even put a flag
Wherever I visit in space.

The astronauts could see it
And be astonished for a long time.

One day I know I will fly high,
That no one can see me,
And I could fly high over the clouds,
Or maybe even the sun.

Diya Rajeev 6G

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