Going up, up, up.
And I’m feeling higher than a kite,
taken away into to the sky,
lost within the endless height.
Weightless, boundless, soaring free,
higher still—
gravity a weightless ghost.
Going up, up, up,
Earth—a memory slight.
this post was submitted on 23 Feb 2025
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