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The Real Meaning of Flight

Gianna Q., Wake Forest, NC By carolinagirl996, Wake Forest, NC

Carried up high towards the sky

I want to fly.

Because if I was a bird

I’d spread my wings

and never cry.

up, up, up

towards the sun

and sail above the clouds

up here, I’m the only one.

the ground far below me now,

I don’t hear a peep,

and the thoughts in my head

that I try to keep hidden

are suddenly put to sleep.

The day’s been spent running,

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