ALSphere Foundation
I wish to go to faraway lands
like a dandelion seed.
A gush of wind
would be my navigator
deciphering the silence of loneliness
flying upon the glistening sea
watching the streams of spring.
Caressed by the swift breeze
filling the vacuum in my heart
I embrace the swaying boughs
which will sweep away my melancholy
wading through the cerulean skies
Away from those prying eyes
to soothe my aching heart
lingering pain, flipping emotions
an amazing excursion trip
only for me, my soul and my conscience.
