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She feels the free wind against her hair,. As cold and piercing as her waring stare,. Her tired eyes give into the midnights call,. The quiet whispering beckoning a fall,.
Originally for the Opuss weekly challenge. See, @eddie12309 . I can't not rhyme. Here goes. I'll try the Opuss weekly challenge next if I can banish rhyming in my head.
Catching like wildfire, My desire, Flying higher. Red and blue and pink and green, Too keen, Serene, Against the screen. I call, my mouth, A bubblegum blue, The world is one, The world is true.
Up high in the sky I soar like an eagle. Up above the clouds without a care in the world. Here I am free my own kind of person. With no one to point out what I've done wrong.
I wish I could fly. It seems impossible. No matter how hard I try. Sometimes I dream. I could glide in the sky. No worries in the world. Nothing, live free or die. Sing a song on my way. Flying north.
To fly.