Whispers of the lonely wind...
Feathery delight...
Drifting, shifting, lifting,
falling,
Silently alight.
Longing to be lifted up
Into the gentle light...
Racing to the setting sun
Into the dark of night.
Flitting like the butterfly
Who does not know its plight...
Chasing windmills...
Braving storms...
All dread hid from sight.
Lifted to the heavens like
A silent wind-blown kite.
Fears abated, pulling on the
String with all my might.
Moving forward; never back;
Never left or right.
Nothing else to equal the
Pure ecstasy of flight.
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