flying
maybe in the oddest way
we have just hatched
into a another place
we sit on a branch
on the tree of life
we look afraid
clinging
frozen to our past
as grace would have it
she whispers a little breeze
we sway and tumble
afraid to fall
but suddenly graceful as a dove
we spread our wings
and fly into the great unknown
carrying seeds of hope
to travelers in the dark
the broken people
broken wings
flying
flying
soaring on a crest
sailing through the trees
towards freedom
a place where we are best
a beautiful green blueish sea
a landing place of safe
defined
democracy
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