With my mind still racing, heart pounding
I am spiralling down, finally grounding
The view endless from way on high
Back to earth I fall from sky
Circumspect and silent, I turn within
Waiting for the cycle, again to begin
For life like this, I am ill-equipped
Prefering my wings, rather clipped
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Lovely poem and the summation is exquisite.Read mine: Bloom of Youth. Adeline