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About This Poem
Vision's Flight
Soared to the heavens today
on wings that were not mine…
Feathered memories
held me aloft, suspended
with whispered words
heard on the calmness
of gentle breeze’s breath.
Clouds became the canvas
where dreams were painted…
harmonious hues blended
with shadows bittersweet.
Welcomed on this flight
by the sun’s warming rays,
and in the distance skies
the moon smiled with insight
as stars gave up their visions.
The air itself seemed alive,
with the energy that is time,
as past, present and future
lost sequence and merged
to form soul’s completeness
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