Flights Last Embrace

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Fly away little bird, fly away
Into a pastel atmosphere
Painting hues of a temporary heaven
On weightless impermanence

Where the warm air breaths dusk's last kiss
And the rushing clouds are blankets of whispered prayers
Securely enfolding flights last embrace

Once a leap of hesitance
A plummeting decent, now a soaring free fall
No longer chasing a fading dawn, in hope of breaching an unattainable horizon

As the last light fades and night sets in
Your feet shall never more touch the ground
The moon's silver ember burns unblinking eyes
As your soul finds release amongst ethereal skies.