
“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.” ~ J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan.
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Gravity grabs my feet
I feel unable to take flight
I imagine myself letting go
And like magic my spirits lift
It soars in the air, floats weightlessly
I see my body still on the ground, shackled
But my mind, my imagination is free
To fly, to observe and to savor
The beauty of the universe around me
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Written for; Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Flight, hosted by Sue W and GC
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Spread those wings Sadje, spread those wings! 👏👏😁😁
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Thanks my friend
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Always an inspiration, Sadje!
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Many thanks VJ
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Welcome
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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Amazing sea gull photo.
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Thanks Peter. I’m pretty glad how well it was captured
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Your poem is lovely and such a good capture of the gull following the boat. Thank you, Sadje.
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Thanks Sue. I’m quite pleased with this one.
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Your words got me here Sadje… Imagination truly is a powerful tool🤍🤗
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Thanks Destiny. Indeed it is.
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🤲🤍
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💕
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Beautifully penned imagery Sadje. Awesome!!
Love the lines:
“I see my body still on the ground, shackled
Bur my mind, my imagination is free.”
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Thank you my dear friend. I appreciate you
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😍
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🙏🏼
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whiskey normally grabs *my* feet
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Lol! Prohibited for us
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shhhh I won’t tell 🙂
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🥹
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My cousin was once married to a Muslim guy. We would sometimes meet up and she would cheat by eating pulled-pork pizza!
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Some Muslim drink alcohol and do eat pork. But for a practicing Muslim, it is strictly forbidden.
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I think she wanted to marry the guy but obviously did not take his religion seriously.
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It’s not obligatory for a wife to take the religion of the husband, but the reverse is a must. A Muslim woman can’t marry a non Muslim man.
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Oh I thought it was obligatory both ways. The big row, of course, was about how any children would be brought up. Fortunately there were none when they divorced.
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It isn’t. The faith of the children is usually that of the father. That’s why these restrictions.
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Love your poem, Sadje! (I imagine myself letting go and like magic my spirits lift). Sometimes imagination is all it takes to lift spirits up.
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Absolutely right O’Nika. Thanks
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Great photo! Your words capture freedom nicely. What a dull life we would have if not for imagination.
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Indeed it would be. Thanks Patricia
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that was very soothing to the soul, Sadje.
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So kind you.
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Very motivational, Sadje
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Thank you so much 😊
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Oh, to fly! At least we can in spirit. Lovely poem, Sadje.
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Thank you so much Michele
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You are welcome!
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❤️
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Beautiful Sadje. 😍
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Thank you so much
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Excellent take Sadje.
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Thanks Indira ❤️
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love your flying high poem so inspiring Sadje! ❣️
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Thanks Cindy ❤️❤️❤️
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Gravity has no hold on the wings of the mind. Beautifully said, Sadje! 💞💞💞
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Many thanks
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Nice blog
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As I lay here, feeling the weight of the world
I close my eyes and let my thoughts unfurl
I imagine myself lifting off the ground
My troubles and worries left far behind
I soar through the air with the greatest of ease
The wind in my hair, the sun on my face
I am free to explore, to discover new places
The world is my playground, my canvas to paint
So I spread my wings and fly, fly away
Leaving behind all my troubles and fears
For in my imagination, I am free to be
Anything I want, anywhere I please
So I let go and fly, weightlessly
Drifting on the breeze, soaring through the sky.
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It’s a beautiful poem Yee. Thanks for sharing
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It would be so incredible to be able to fly wouldn’t it?
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Oh yes indeed it would be.
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