Gliding Innocence

Softly,

 as a

newborns

skin

Failing. While the Earth remains Stagnate. Ivory—pale and fresh, the birth A joy. To touch Iridescent, quite as lovely—soaring Precariously. Distinct of all others, Moving with grace. A ballet, an orchestra, Finely tuned. Harmonic dances, Fleeting. With the breeze of days to come, Joy for capturing. So long as the light, Does not fail. Nor rain eludes, Today. With heart and courage, I will fall. Against the frailty of rapid, Symmetry. Elongated motion, so carefully. I choose, I will settle. Down below, Your horizon. Escaping injustice, of the sky. Before me, To the ground. Where lives are born. Allowed to, touch me. Softly, as a newborns skin. To glide freely. Wherever I choose. 

 Proud,

just as

I am.

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