Sarah L. Johnsen

Rookie (New Haven, Connecticut)

Flight Of The Soul

Now energy
In morning chill
Come round and see
From silent hill.

Leave pain below
In arid land
You'll rise and go
By silver strand;

With lightning flight
In shinning glow
Up to the light
Again you'll know;

Through starry dome
Across the sky—
Once more you're home.
Good does not die.

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