Flying

Flying
Virginia Carraway Stark

I was flying
Propelled with only
The love I felt
For every little thing
The universe had to show me
I sometimes dipped
My wings
And flew low to the ground
Catching seeds of grass
In my hair
I had come so close
But then soaring upward once again
I’m flying
Propelled with
The love I feel
For all I see
And the evil that I see
Doesn’t bring me down
Because I’m free
Lifted off the ground
From all that nonsense

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