Feathered wings beat the sky beneath
Rising higher and higher.
She smiled at the sun, its welcome warmth
And soared through the clouds.
Her hand reached for the softness of the blue sea
Yet grasped nothing within her palm.
Her red curls danced on her ivory shoulders
Now in the darkness above the clouds.
The stars shimmered, pure joy
And she breathed deep of the night.
Time passed slow as a blink
And she let herself plummet to the ground.
She sunk as if she were a rock dropped
And she savoured every moment of the fall.
Kember's Journey 
Lovely. I felt her dipping and flying gracefully and then crashing at the end…just as she wanted. 🙂
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Thank you! I am glad you could picture it, and enjoyed it! ^.^
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I so love this – the rise, the fall, she enjoyed all
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Thank you! It’s nice to see it appreciated. 🙂
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My pleasure always
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