The wind beneath my wings

I’m happiest when I’m flying,

trying to stay aloft, crying

with joys – yes, that’s me

making that noise.


Riding the currents,

going where the mood takes me,

diving or soaring,

pouring my heart into the moments.


When I do land,

I stand, and look wistfully up,

to the heavens,

and yearn for when I am there once more.


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