As She Takes To the Skies...
My solice burns my buried heart
I fly through the tinsel clouds
and dare the storm birds to race me swift
and land in the flowing crowds
The earth lets us go and we're off on the wind
(my passionate sea: a trampoline skin to the sun)
I envision the day as I'm floating away
in my airplane imagination...
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