Fly Away

I just lost my breath,
Floating high above,
Catching rides,
Upon doves.

Jumping off,
Immune to gravity,
Soaring high above,
I'm flying-I'm free!

I can see clouds,
All things becoming small,
Looking down,
Formations of crowds.

Cameras, and a news crew,
All of them wish to fly too.

I am a butterfly,
A winged bird,
A love song,
Sung without a word.

Sweet music plays,
The higher I soar,
Never again will these feet touch the floor.

I'm flying away,
Yet my heart is at home,
A giggle and a grin,
Then I fly a little higher.





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