Standing on the cliff top
Wind howling all around
Seagulls soaring both overhead and below
I tear off my shirt
Unfurl my wings
And launch upwards
Outwards
Onwards
Into the great freedom that is before me; the unknown that is commonplace.
At one with the elements
At one with the atmosphere
At one with the world.
All is good.
Effortlessly, I fly. Once more, I fly.
And very soon, I shall fly again.
Tom
Fly often my friend!!! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
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Thanks, Prenin… I intend to!
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Just don’t forget to come back TL and don’t forget how to land!!! Happy travels…VK 🙂
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Ah… now landing, VK, is one thing I really must work on. I tend to miss the landing zone somewhat, that’s all!
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Sigh. You can fly? Lucky you, Tom. Will you share instructions or is this a special talent? 😀 😀 😀
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I can indeed, Tess, it’s just something I ‘do’. Been doing so for years, but never realised I had the wings before…
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😀 😀 😀 I know I should be jealous, but I don’t like heights.
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I’ve been known to fly an inch off the ground. It’s still flying! 😀
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😀 😀 😀
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I wish I could fly.
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I wish I could land better, Andra!
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