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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

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  • Dec 19, 2019

  • Wonderful

    Dec 19, 2019

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