
A flight in air, my spirit free,
roaming skies, my love you'll be.
Colourful, in splash of ink,
deep in your heart, my soul will sink.
A watching eye, protectively,
in flight of love, I can be me.
Down hill to top, our lifes progress,
with no more secrets to confess.
When life will end, I'll roam the air,
my spirit free in loving care.
I'm a raptor, but dove by heart,
knocked over smoothly by your art.











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