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| bon voyage |
Stretching my arms, I ache to fly the inexhaustible azure above
To break free of the shackles constructed of guilt and remorse.
Glide across an expanse of greens, and the barriers called mountains.
To Breathe an air not contaminated with emotions of love or antipathy.
Shy the birds while they acquaint and make a tête-à-tête
To not fall in the allure of this new shackle called companionship.
Surge past the eagles and zoom across to that desolate new pinnacle
To smile gratifyingly, and the embrace the serenity finally!
