Flying

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I'm Flying,

Soaring so high,

The world below,

Seems only tiny,

Higher and higher,

Soaring further,

Leaving all problems behind,

The wind sweeps past,

Swirling through the sky,

I feel free,

I feel alive,



So this is my first poem. What do you think? Please leave a comment on what you thought of this one and some ideas on what to do next.


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