An eagle was never meant to stay on the ground But given wings to reach new heights every day Soaring high above all that hinders flight Gaining the breath of the freshest air The more an eagle is bound to the winds of change So it is more free than ever thought possible I am meant to be as an eagle Given all things to reach the glories of the sky High above the hindrances of the world below Gaining the breath of the freshest air The more I am bound to the winds of change So I am more free than I ever dreamed © 2021 Loly Rinn From a personal anthology of bygone poetry Photo by Mathew Schwartz on Unsplash
Meant to fly
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