With my head up in the clouds,
I feel the air beneath my wings,
Soaring, tumbling, free at last,
Only to return to deep-dark brooding.
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For one who walks in shadow, avoiding the light is necessary to survival. Embrace with open arms the wind and clouds and rain - they only last a moment, as do bittersweet memories...