The day I fly,

I fly the wind,

I wind the way and

I way the life –

The life of adventure;

Adventure momentary –

Momentary pleasure;

Pleasure in knowing

In knowing my body and soul.

The blank paper that I am

Chose to rewrite destiny

Flying the moment the wind touched

Exploring the way and sailed

My white, pure to life.

What do I say?

I say not to recall yet,

I recall the destined,

Destined to sail as a boat,

The day I chose to fly….

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