A Flight of Solitude

I love to fly, high in the sky, and let my spirit soar;
It feels like a taste of ecstasy, and all my
apprehensions are gone.
While I am flying, a brutal thunderstorm
approaches and strikes me, and I fall into a
solitude of hapless despair.
For a few moments in time, I was very spirited;
but now my life will never see heaven's light again!

By Chris G.


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