A Magical Journey Poetry Contest, Sponsored by Constance La France. Date written: 02/22/2025
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving reality behind, far behind. once an eagle with a clipped wing attempting without surrender to once again command the infinite azure sky; continually nosediving whenever tossed in the air. his convalescence punishingly long; now complete. embarking on a mission to quiet doubting Thomases that sounded a death knell for him and laughed him off as a paper plane incapable of flying far beyond the horizon... look at him today! look at him soaring above majestically; his journey from the depth of asperity to the dizzying heights of majesty... m a g i c a l: almost miraculous. he's withered the slings and arrows of life intact; he's in flight once again a testament to his strength and resilience.
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