Pegasus Princess
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 Crossing the Rift (wings2fly2heaven)

A sixth sense…my curse, my gift

Future's brink jumping just over the rift

I enter this realm where tree tops sway

By whimsical winds that seemingly play

Barren branches without choice shall bend

Not break, nor fall, but emotionally mend

As hands touch skies, laced fingers across

Etching vital stressors without physical loss

Though here in the rift, there's nothing to fear

For spirits shall fly over life's curculios sphere

Revelation's exposed and completely resolved

Cross over the rift where our reasons are solved

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