Her Flight

Her dreams soared high like a kite in full flight, Colourful and bright, tail fluttering in delight. Gusts tumbled her, carried her hither, Pulled her thither, swept on in gay abandon.   Winged by wind billowing; now soaring, now diving, Joyously high-fiving, sky and the capricious wind. Doubts made her dance, swoop in an exhilarating twirl, A horizontal pirouette propelling

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