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Flying

November 4, 2008
By Anonymous

Flying is like falling
But somehow not the same

Flying is the freedom
Long ago born in name

Flying is leaving all your care
For the wind that flies through your hair

It makes you dream
It makes you smile
Flying, it seems, is well worth while

Freedom in feathers upon your wing
Pure as snow makes the heavens sing

Flying is falling and falling is flying
When you dream it leaves you sighing


The author's comments:
This is another one of my many warm and fuzzy feelings of flying when I dream.

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