The World became small
On this beautiful morning
A soul began to rise
Gathering his feathers
As he makes his way
Gaining up his speed
The Angel flies over
A gulf of land and sea
How wonderful he feels
To see the vast horizon
Soaring through the wind
His smile broadens
His soul no longer troubled
His body free to fly
Suddenly his wings are stronger
As he sails ever higher
Heaven has been waiting
For the Angel's arrival
One more glance back
Of a life well traveled
excellent sense of the escape and return of world travel Bon Poem, Bon Voyage
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A poem with soulful emotions. Loved the title of the poem. May his soul rest in peace!