she dreamed of taking flight, leaving the life she knew behind, find new wings.
She’d been clipped before, the weak had stolen her wings, her dreams.
she watches the planes soar and smiles, new dreams encapsulate old fantasies;
She would teach them all to fly, a flock to chase the horizon.
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