Earth bound steeds rise mindful to soar for love of sky,
racing in the cresting peaks, adrift as if to fly.
Up from the sea the winged fish leap, swimming to the sun
even conch shells dreaming cry to wing upon the breeze,
as the roar of tempest rings the salt souls to appease.
Ah, the clarion call of Gabriel's horn, bliss for everyone.
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