Soaring, Flying
not to high
up, up, up
to high and
burn, burn, burn
Rejoicing in flightful gifts
not to low or join the ocean's
ebb, ebb, ebb
Soaring, Flying
cruising under a dark
angry cloud
getting rained on
disolving, olving, ing
shreds, tatters fall
the gift of flight
of soaring under an endless sky
the wonder of freedom
is at an end.
Submitted: April 03, 2012
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