Flying (a poem)

radian cimetery 4

Flying

Soaring far above the Earth
my life is at its fullest worth
high above the trees
all thoughts, pain cease to be.
The exhiliaration, the rush
as I rise above the thrush!
Skyward is my direction.
It is my soul’s expectation.

Jenn

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