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ACROSS THE SKY

I soar through the air up In the wide open sky,

Just myself and some wings’, we fly, and fly.

So peaceful up here, quiet without many a sound,

Feel like I’m flying to the sun, far from the ground.

Clouds’ are floating to nowhere that I can see,

A never ending flight, just the sky and me.

Looking down Is another world not like here,

Across the sky, not crowded with fear.

Keith Garrett