Above

Let's set shared singing spirit free,
soaring swiftly skywards, try
on wings unpinionned, wild, to see
eternity, and to reply
to questions put on 'he' and 'she',
the how, the wherefore, and the why.
On willing wings of poetry
the feathered quill will learn to fly
above Man’s self-filled boundary
and compromises all defy,
translating inner will “to be”
through energy none shall deny
to symphony-serenity.

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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