Some Skies are cold
Some Skies are warm
Some are filled with webs
Some are with clouds
Yet the Sky I seek
stands clear
mocking at me
And each jump I take
Lands me back on earth, hurt.
Hurt from pain.
Hurt from emotions.
And then some day
I find new ground
And I jump and I fly
I glide like a eagle
I float like a kite
Skies dont bother me
And gravity ignores
Sky does not matter anymore
no praise for it no encore
What matters is the grace of the jump
and the pleasure of the flight.
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