different somehow from the rest
he never gave up
or the rain
or the pain
he had to give
higher into the sky
touching the clouds, o'er the mountains on high
till all he knew was the rhythm of wings
that moved him to a state that brings
through heart and soul
until soaring soul became the whole
? Michaelette ?
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