Wings of steel and iron
Fold gently in the wind
Cut through strong gusts
With precision and grace
While unfamiliar terrain
Unfolds below
Grassy meadows and plains
Peaks and valleys--
Sometimes high; sometimes low.
But constant and unchanging
Under the wind's forceful slap,
Strong and unaffected
These wings stay a loft
A question unanswered
But this bird still flies.
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