Wings



You are free now,

wings turned towards the sea

high above the clouds,

soaring away from me.

Without your arms to hold me,

it's hard to face the sun,

your life's journey has ended,

mine has just begun.

The clouds are softly wafting,

down beneath your feet,

I fly towards my destiny,

who am I to meet

along the road less traveled,

sand beneath MY feet.

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