At Leisure
Just like an eagle, soaring in the azure.
I wish to grow wings, when at leisure.
And then, from this new freedom of mine.
Flying above civilization and time.
Discover from a distance, about people and things.
Which are blurred, when near, by our feelings.
Then with delicate, glittering, bold lines give.
A new face to the life I live.
These are the thoughts which come to me at leisure.
Looking at an eagle, in the distant azure.
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