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We are no different than the birds
Soaring, flying, reaching for the sky
Above the noise of the world beneath us
We’ve a bird’s eye view
What’s there to discuss
We are leaving behind all the fuss
Not a care in the world, we’re flying high
So high, we can almost touch the sky
I can’t lie, I thought I died
Didn’t know us humans could really fly


Meek purple flower Blessed by Sun and Rain shower Now has Star power

19 thoughts on “Soaring

  1. Soaring into skies, be they grey or be they blue, it’s always a trip into the great unknown…
    I like your *Soaring* PurpleStar, and I followed the flight with my mind: I was soaring and floating up there too…

    Melody Fox (aka the Princess of Rock)

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