POETRY

once I started to fly

never touching the ground again

The unimaginable

now freely offers itself to me

what was my past life

that doesn’t matter now

this freedom

the pearl smell of rain

colors of a divine existence

my soul lives here

amongst angels

reaching

and this time never falling

never failing

always in flight to my own destination

where do you want to land?

how do you free yourself?

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