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Flight
Wind brushes against my feathers as I glide through the heavens.
The world bellow me, vast, stretches for miles.
The landscape bathed in sunset rays and mishapen specks, is still a wonder to me.
The sky filled wisped clouds is light and serene.
I look at the world through my small brown eyes, hungry for adventure.
I watch the mountains stand tall beside the patches of trees.
I see the tiny specks scatter benteath me into bushes and behind stones.
My heart belongs to the sky but my mind to the land.
The many wonders I see each day fill me with excitement and yet I can not follow them.
For I am me.
They are them.
I belong to the sky.
They belong to the earth.
My wings sore here.
My feathers ruffle in the wind.
My heart sings.
My life complete.
At least it should be.
© FragmentsInTheWind
The world bellow me, vast, stretches for miles.
The landscape bathed in sunset rays and mishapen specks, is still a wonder to me.
The sky filled wisped clouds is light and serene.
I look at the world through my small brown eyes, hungry for adventure.
I watch the mountains stand tall beside the patches of trees.
I see the tiny specks scatter benteath me into bushes and behind stones.
My heart belongs to the sky but my mind to the land.
The many wonders I see each day fill me with excitement and yet I can not follow them.
For I am me.
They are them.
I belong to the sky.
They belong to the earth.
My wings sore here.
My feathers ruffle in the wind.
My heart sings.
My life complete.
At least it should be.
© FragmentsInTheWind
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