-silent morning-
I rise and hear the call
maintaining the cadence
dictated by my heart
before me
I observe flight
and from here below
I trace its path with my soul
silent early morning
I long to embrace,
cold, wind, heat, and dark
light, warmth, and breath
light, warmth, and breath
and with it,
discover new realms.
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