<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=561446" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life's Grander Scheme Of Things...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel like I'm a feather dancing in the air<br>My tresses flow behind me as if they have no care<br>I free-fall through the centuries, the aged times of old<br>I tremble with the breezes breath I fancy feeling bold<br>I tickle the children's' nose I flow around their ears<br>I buzz atop a horses back, I dangle within fears<br>I travel in dimensions and flow among the kings<br>I even scrape the golden crowns of Camelot and queens<br>I fall from the turrets...thrown from a princess high<br>Then settle in the moat below and float among her sighs<br>I once again redeem my place in breezes pick-me-up<br>I flow much further as I light to settle on a pup<br>The flight just then is tickled with tongues that seek me out<br>As children of Sir Arthur laugh...pick me up and shout<br>'Look at thee Mum they shout'...'We found this pretty feather'<br>'Come rejoice and sing aloud'...as songs of children gather<br>Just to travel and be free of all that's cumbersome<br>Brings the dreams to focus at all I've gone and done<br>I merely want to float away...sometimes its just a dream<br>Its out-of-focus wishes in life's grander scheme of things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kristin+Nicole+RothDavis">Kristin Nicole RothDavis</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=561446" data-title="Life's Grander Scheme Of Things... de Kristin Nicole RothDavis" data-description="I feel like I'm a feather dancing in the air My tresses flow behind me as if they have no care I free-fall through the centuries, the aged times of old I tremble with the breezes breath I fancy feeling bold I tickle the children's' nose I flow aro..."></div> </div> </div>

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