To fly...
Spread these futile wings anew
And soar up high towards my sun.
To feel...
The blowing wind
The downwash behind the lead's wing.
To welcome...
The scorching sun
The pouring rain
The solitude of the forest
The company of a flock.
To once again
take a sip of freedom days
long gone
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