Airborne

At last .. airborne
With the sun in my face,
Free from my shadow,
My heart racing through space.

With the wings of a thousand
Butterflies in my chest
The fragrance of clouds
Holds my breath in arrest.

I dive through the air
On the crest of a breeze
And my senses imbibe
In the ocean and trees.

The eagle’s my brother
As I soar in a beam,
I am gravity-free
.. if in just but a dream.

by Mila Mihova

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