November 28, 2010
By , Scarborough, Canada
Her wings flutter away
Hovering above the melted snow,
past the icy seas,
and through the swarm of clouds

Up, up, up
Eyes closed, lips curve
She never looks back
She never looks down

Gravity is no fear
Control is never gone
Her wings don’t die
Flying is her sleep

She just wants to keep going
Higher and higher
The only thing that drops,
Are the tears on her way.

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