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Flight

They called me insane
when I told them
how it feels
to fly among the clouds
and land on stardust.

They said they were content,
and comfortable,
looking out of their windows
marveling
at the shape-shifting clouds
and the stars above
that willed it thus.

They called me insane
yet they envied
the magnificence of my wings
and plotted
to cut them off…

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1 Comment

  1. That is one thing they cannot do…your soul, you spirit is beautifully purposeful to succeed and make the best out of each day of your life!

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