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Soaring

Taking leverage to rise over the mountains

Is one day, a hope adjacent to clouds

Breathing on the wind a wishful carelessness

Flying against anything torn

Colors of my wings and the tops of trees

I am a bird truly ruling the sky

One day, I’ll rejoice- paragliding like a free bird

Cascading all my fears away, as one with soaring

Sights I’ll see, exhilaration

A dream I have to grace the ways of eagles

Erasing my cares, forgiving myself, letting go

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