She stood, her toes gripping the cliff edge
Each and every morning for six months long.
Stretching her wings allowing the warm up draughts
To catch, elevate and stretch, strengthen and mend
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One almost feels non-existing clipped wings reinstated, in spite of just being a human poetry-loving two-footer, when taking to intuiting the meaning of the words in this uplifting poem of yours!
love this, my imagination running wild...Maggie