I am flying
I am halfway alighting my destination
I can't imagine
My sturdy wings melt by
In the noon sun.
The sky is blue
Trees still and serene
Road, a thoroughfare for all
Slippery becomes
Mountains far and still.
Suddenly as usual the unpredictable
Takes its turn and the weather,
An admixture of rain and shine
And next a rainbow
I am on my way
And will never ever succumb.
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