Flying away, wings flapping in the wind, soaring with the
clouds as they travel earth freely.
Wanting the liberty to do so myself, taking to the skies,
having learned to fly when only nineteen.
Spreading wings of my spirit, touching the atmosphere
every time I take off and enjoy flights of my being.
Soaring with the birds, loving the stillness and quiet
above when opening the plane's door, co-pilot taking over.
Jumping out into the unknown, untethered, totally alone,
filled with hope, exciting and thrilling me interiorly,
sky diving throughout life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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