The Poem Without a Name

Wings Glinting Hard as steel Catapulting you Into the great unknown

Let's soar And rise above The ground Floating high Flying to the sun

Dip And glide Through the morning mist Flying through the clouds Surrounding you

Like a gentle Caress The mist blinds you And for a moment You lose yourself

Freedom In the clouds

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Wings Shimmering Soft as silk Gently catching your fall As you wake into reality