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Above the clouds and higher still
in wing-ed thought I fly.
The world a speck and smaller still
light lost in darkening sky.
To some a street, others a tunnel
the answer now I know.
Strange familiar is all around
a scent of home long left.
A comforting touch, spirit to mine
guides me to the Creator.
I tried to bow but not allowed
without taking all of heaven with me.
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