White birds against whiter sky
Lifted by thermal fly on high
Soaring gliding
On warm air rising
Outstretched wings
Freedom riding
Free from acquiescent binding
A soliloquy of silent gliding
Reaching ever higher
Twisted sails
Of dreamed desire
Imaginary forces
Hanging on transparent wire
White birds that never tire.
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