Fly
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Category : Poems
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Contrails lap across the morning sky,
Fuzzy lines against baby blue.
Up among the clouds so high,
Reflecting the sun's glorious hue.
I imagine the freedom of soaring,
Not confined to the ground below.
Spread my wings in glory,
And reach the sky, so hallowed.
-samhudson
