Flying

How high
		have I flown

what has gone ( for in my own

		mind

I don't recall ) before,

and what
	 may I ask
		   is in store?

Who gave
		me these wings

I have learned ( in the springs

		and

the summers gone by )

you get
	burned if you
		      try to fly.



I'll try
			them again

for the joy ( to soar ; to gain

		height

to feel the sun ) of flight

beckons
	come fly me
		    in the night.


I may
			take a fall

If I lose ( give it my all

		and

get my heart broken )

what words
	   of joy may
		      be spoken?

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