Through the Sky

I take off, wind blowing through my hair.
Only here, does life have a chance to be fair.
My heart soars past mountains.
My body is coated with ice from the clouds.
My mind clears with the peacefullness.
How many times have I dreamed?
How many times have I seemed so far away?
I land; my thoughts return, deep.





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