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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #2077025
A short poem about someone seeking relief by flying

As one with the birds,
I fly through the air,
with arms spread wide,
fingers splayed,
welcoming the rush of wind,
with which I have become one.

Feet together, toes pointed,
a weightless pirouette,
feeling overwhelming peace,
I lift my head heavenward,
such a peace,
never hitherto experienced.

Flying faster,
I experience euphoria,
there is no more sadness,
only greatly-sought relief,
as I gladly meet the water
beneath the bridge.

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