The Dare
What a circuitous path you've made,
Is there a guide?
No. No, there's not.
You live in the skies,
Where roaming becomes the breathe of life.
So no need to cry.
Move your emotion forward,
Feel it rise,
Like swans out of the water,
Like something you could not have predicted.
You could not have predicted any of this.
And skies lay before you.
Dare to love everything in sight.
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