To infinity,
Wanting to hold
The invisible,
To grasp 'it',
Reaching as high
As the shining stars.
Amidst the shimmering stars
The soul dances,
Immersing into
A whirlpool of winds,
With its wings
Spread out,
In a haphazard motion,
Almost cyclonic,
Crazy, insouciant,
Intoxicated, drunk on freedom,
Liberated!
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