Valley Flight – PianoTweet 415

Some dreams are from far away,
some others from very near.

Sometimes I dream of flying or falling.
I have to do both,
without dying at all.

I fly around skycrapers,
crushed houses in old cities,
between trees in large woods,
above sweet green valleys.

When flying or falling
I hear this kind of very quiet chords
and some whistles of the wind,
passing my ears.

Valley Flight – PianoTweet 415