Soar
standing on the edge of forever
anticipating that I will fly
into the clouds, into the sun
before my life is done
not enough feathers, or not enough lift
to carry me on the soft breeze
not like a bird who sings as she soars
I fall like I fell before
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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