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Blue Bird Soaring HighA quest on a test I should do my best corners from East to West efforts are worth the conquest. In a solitary flight I only go by a certain height farther up I might but fear in my heart so tight. One fiery butterfly passes by flying far above so high looking up at it I heave a sigh how I wish to give it a try. Flipping down to my altitude it's wings manifest of great fortitude a smile perking me up from solitude I can't help but express my gratitude. Flying in stride side by side carefree, no rules to abide it described how space so wide further telling me I could never hide. Sharing all about my fears everything's over but tears it claims that no creature without smears giving assurance all I need are but shears. Birds fly low it pointed out when bad weather's brewing a clout but reason overrules any doubt only needs determination to go about. We fly in muted silence I muse within how to make the difference so easy it's words hit my mind to convince it's worthwhile gaining self-confidence. Grateful for the captured moment of simple perfection and contentment my heart have unleashed every resentment giving way to gratitude and emotional fulfillment. My butterfly friend, forever, I commit I'll never look back as I see it fit soaring high; a strange feeling so sweet by your preceding guidance, I finally made it. *Pinky* Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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