Forever Flying
her mysterious fragrant lessons
carried me into my essence
in clear daylight
my truth vaporized
who I thought I was
slipped away
through my fingers
I had opened up
like starfish towards the sky
I had to fall
and as I fell
with no resistance
the wind whipping against my ears
were now soft sounding whispers
‘you’re not falling, you are forever flying’
I soar through to the clouds on her soft petals
all I am
is her reflection
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