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Soaring

We are no different than the birds
Soaring, flying, reaching for the sky
Above the noise of the world beneath us
We’ve a bird’s eye view
What’s there to discuss
We are leaving behind all the fuss
Not a care in the world, we’re flying high
So high, we can almost touch the sky
I can’t lie, I thought I died
Didn’t know us humans could really fly

Author:

Meek purple flower Blessed by Sun and Rain shower Now has Star power

19 thoughts on “Soaring

  1. Soaring into skies, be they grey or be they blue, it’s always a trip into the great unknown…
    I like your *Soaring* PurpleStar, and I followed the flight with my mind: I was soaring and floating up there too…

    Melody Fox (aka the Princess of Rock)
    LPM

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