Soaring through the clouds,
Alongside the birds,
Hair blowing in the air.
The joy and freedom,
Of no boundries,
With no chains binding me,
And keeping me to the ground.
Then a swift gust of air,
The darkening ofthe sky,
The wingssprouted from my back,
Vanish without a trace
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