The valley was wide,
Violet and shimmering,
Placid in the morning mist.
I built up tension until I vaulted off,
The sensation exhilarating.
A hundred hang gliders were
Suspended in the wind,
Sailing the direct atmosphere
With their rainbow wings
Flapping.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
