Running...running through vacant hills of prose..
Behind me, see the words trailing...
Unseen, unspoken, unwritten, wanting to soar...
Whipping behind me on a chain of hope...
My words, my voice, my heart...unlaunched...
Needing to flee, ready to be set free, seeking the sky
Yearning to fly.....
Perhaps today's fair weather will provide...
Perhaps tomorrow's ....
It will take the heavenly breezes...
That magic gust...
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