Search the sky.
Fly high,
On breezes,
Currents,
Soaring,
A pouring
of freedom
Upon the winds.
All sins, worries,
Left behind.
Sun shining on air-cooled cheeks,
Spirit seeks flight,
Miles streaking past,
So fast, breaking sound and light.
Soar bright,
Like rays to the heights!
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