A SHORT FLIGHT – Rick

Jump from soaring heights, I fly, I take wing
In mind, to revel, flying toward the sun
In rapturous joy, my heart it will sing
and I’ll never mind the wrongs I have done
I can feel it, like an illicit fling
the final prize it comes, and I have won
In seconds blood seeps through the sidewalk crack
unseeing smile as the whole world turns black

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