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Away from the eyrie you ferry
winging without string
across nun-like clouds
up to the mystical blue sky
that sweeps down to the horizon
where the sun cools down, playing
with colours that fade
into a place placeless without border-
the sole great goal
to which the vast creation
moves.how I wish if only now
you could fold me in your wing
of faith touching every thing
with hues of heaven but in vain
in the close human woods
my God, I seek…

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