So, you found your wings?
Tumbling as you fell, you spread them
wide upon the rushing air
And suddenly it bore you up -
As loving arms bare up a falling child -
And standing far below, near blinded by the sun,
I watched your silhouette against the brilliant sky,
As your new-found wings took you higher and higher
I had a sense of freedom which I think now is yours,
Yet hardly had I felt it than regrets weighed me down,
For why, now you've taken off and so much can see,
Might I suppose your wandering thoughts
Will ever return to me?
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