Come my dear on my flying machine

I have tried to pen down my first paragliding experience

 

Up I shall go, up I go;

Am I a bird?

Or a kite

floating in the clouds

perched upon my flying machine

flockin with the swallows

swaying in the wind

whuff a gust and I rise up so high

up I go high up in the sky

srrr...a push n I slide along the slope

the trees are all so small,our car just a toy

where r u?

I can see but just a speck

where I left u behind

away from the rigid and slow world down below

come come let me take u too

to this blue sea of abandon and ethereality

lets go in our flying machine

Up you shall go, up you go

Come to my world of clouds and birds and rainbows

of cool breezes and swaying branches

And if these dont tempt u enough

wait for the night

when we will hide in the violet velvety blanket

that will sparkle with seqinned stars

I will wrap my a.

rms around u and

Up we shall go, up we go

to the cream of ecstacy..

Reviews

[Dayran]

Paragliding on a violet velvety blanket....an offer that no one will refuse. Nice write!