GRO YOUR LIGHT

WE FLY

Unshackled By Gravity Adrift –
Haphazardly –
So Rapidly –
We Lift –

To An Elevated State,
Our Levitated Fate –
Footprints Dent The Clouds
As We March The Heavens’ Gate –

Blessings Agape –
Nothing Up Here,
But The Rarest Of Glares,
Where Even Shadows Appear To Constellate –

In A Constant State Of Weightlessness –
Up, Up, And Away,
No Longer Having To Await This Bliss –

Dancing With The Stars,
Waltzing With A Slow Stride –
Along The Sun’s Rays,
Taking A Strobe Glide –

Where Souls Rise,
And Burdens Fall –
We Fly High,
Above It All

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