Flight becomes an effortless dance where gravity relinquishes its hold, allowing the body to tilt, glide, and stretch across an endless canvas of untamed sapphire.
The earth below fades to a distant haze, As I ascend beyond the rush of days. I catch the current, seamless, cool, and strong, Where skyward rivers pull my path along. I stretch my wings and tilt into the bend, Where draft and motion effortlessly blend. To ride the rushing wind is pure delight— A boundless devotion to the gift of flight. No friction drags, no gravity can hold, As endless skies of sapphire blue unfold. I love the freedom in this weightless stream, Forever soaring high inside the dream.
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