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I,
Alone in the sky,
I fly.
The world with its troubles
And sorrows I leave.
I do not grieve.
For I am one
With clouds and sun.
The whisper of wind
So sweet in my ears;
And words not spoken,
Promises broken,
Are left behind;
Leaving my mind
Receptive
To free thoughts once more
As I alone soar
Where I belong,
In the sky.
An Eagle and I.
Golden, Colorado - 1977 |
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