FLYING
breathless beauty,
wonderous bliss,
nothing to miss.
air in my face,
wind in my hair.
no where to go,
nothing to care.
Freedom.
Fast as lightning,
free as an eagle,
let your spirit fly,
time passing you by.
be yourself,
no one else,
it doesn't matter,
who you are
or where you're going.
all that matters
is
FLYING
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