To soar and glide
And sweep aside
With strong white wings,
All earthly things.
To breath the air
So clean and new,
And with clear eyes
The beauty view.
To feel the color
Of coming spring,
To own a heart
That wants to sing.
To know pure joy
And have no bound,
To live aloft
In freedom found.
Published
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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