A lonely eagle,
Proud and free,
Soaring the sky
Above me.
Wind on wings.
Whistle of air.
Feel the wind
Rip through hair.
An eagle strong
Above me flies,
Filling the air
With his piercing cries.
And I below,
Confined to land,
Pleading to him
With an outstretched hand.
His disappears
To unknown sands
And on the ground,
There still I stand.
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