Air Beneath My Wings

I’m flying through the air

On a plane, on my wings

I’m heading to a place

Where clouds sing

The sky is blue as can be

Even brighter than the sea

No one knows the joy it brings

The air beneath my wings

Published by Princesse Lua

Read poetry, draw pictures, listen to music, dance, and sing. Therein lies your own answer.” —ATEEZ [Black Pirates]

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