Mid Flight



“The wings spread, the wind beneath holding great guiding ever upwards, nose straight, looking ahead, the destination really not set, as it’s just about the flight, nothing else” Gun Roswell

Flying through the air
Without a single care
A beauty with flare
Innocence unaware

Flapping her wings
While the wind sings
Sky feels like spring
A scene well worthy
Of kings

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