The flight….

She rose unto the moon

Upon an enchanted night….

Demure and convinced ,

Of the harmless white light.

 

Longing for a balm,

That would ease out

The folds within.

She flew and flew

Over tides, sometimes dancing.

 

Here she looks down

And marvels at her being;

That such flight is attainable

Is beyond her fathomable realm.

 

The flight seems infinite,

She sometimes stops to rest……

Cast into a spell

At the divine…….

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