I am a bird
Perched high on my branch
Surveying the sky and infinity.
I flex my wings and sail forth
into a cloudy blue sea.
Below me are patterns
Green, brown. Buildings,
Movement. Noise.
Above me no horizon.
Space stretches forever.
I feel the wind through my wings
Urging me on.
Feathers of freedom.
Flying fast
Beyond reality.
Philomena 17.1.16
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