With one lift and twirl
I own a piece of the sky
However fleeting.
High up in the sky
World below looks like a maze
I can’t solve this one.
I think I can touch
The Sun. From within flying
metal bird. Mind dreams.
In bed with the clouds,
I see thin line between earth
and heaven. Splendour.
From beyond bird’s view
A march past of white clouds move
In sync. I salute.
In one burst through space,
Earth welcomes me: flying child.
I plot a return.
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