She was ready to fly,
Her head held up high;
Ready to touch the sky.
As the wind blew through her hair,
It felt like everything in her life was starting to become fair.
The bright blue sky and those bright white clouds;
You could hear all kinds of sounds.
Up above all this scenery;
The only thing that disappeared was her misery.
The air so full of fragrant smells;
The town looks like a drawing made by colorful chalk pastels.
This heavenly place,
Is a peaceful grace;
Filled with lots and lots of space.
She thanked life for this wondrous place,
As it fills her eyes and face.
©silntvoice
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