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Aug 2014
Floating in air,
Surrounded
By flocks of geese,
Giving me an awkward stare,
I glide between the clouds
Vapour mixed with crystalline tears,
I could stay here forever
Gliding,
Quite,
Thoughts,
So clear up here,
But I am still a prisoner
Gravity pulls me down,
Cant be felt but always there
Miles,
Meters,
Feet,
Coming up fast
I pull my cord
My wings of silk expand
Save me,
From what would have awaited
I sail gently to the earth
The rush of the
Heavens,
to
Earth,
The rush of freedom
Falling through open air.
Poetic T
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