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Jul 2020
Gravity had to let me go
With no more power
To keep me on the ground

For where I do not know
Allowed to fly in this hour
Faster than the speed of sound

Yet I keep myself tethered
So I am not lost to the stars
To bounce back from the edge

Since I am granted no feathers
Made like the birds of Mars
As the stories had alleged

Thus, I am as Saturn’s rings
Shine on the blackened curtain
Along my destined path

Made up of imaginary things
Even you can be certain
Like the sum of all math
Written by
Francisco A Ojeda  54/M/South Florida
(54/M/South Florida)   
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