Flight

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Against a sky of perfect blue

Containing strains of purest white,

My heart and soul,

A kite woven,

Takes flight.

Finally, after all the years,

Unafraid of the heights

Attained on these winds.

 

My hope no longer dwells within

A fortress built

Of scars or fears

That others would have me hear.

 

 

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