Mystery’s rush before take off.
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Moving quickly.
Security forged by pressing into grounds stability.
Challenging anxiety, in hopes that wind is willing.
To catch.
Where boarders are infinite.
And edges are barricades.
A paradox of weightless fury arises.
As faith takes hold.
And trusts sound billows.
Louder than the fears that are falling.
Finding self.
Surrendered, in relief.
And when looking back,
were our eyes open or closed?
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To soar, to fly
Circle the world so high
I become weightless and glide
Free my thoughts
Free my mind
I want to feel peace
Surrounding me this time
It’s good to feel small
To feel weightless in it all
Supported by the wind
Dancing with the sun
Roaming free, uncharted
We become one
Relief fill my soul
I take it in