Wings spread to the sky,
Soaring free like a bird’s cry,
Flying, I am I.
Fleeting memory,
Name on the tip of my tongue,
Eludes my grasp, gone.
Eyes heavy with sleep,
Mind drifts off to dreamland deep,
Slumber sweet and deep.
Colorful Bloons fly,
Dart pops, burst with satisfying sound,
Fun abounds in flight.
Green lands and blue seas,
Mountains high and hobbits’ leas,
New Zealand, a dream.
White house in the east,
Symbols of power and peace,
D.C., heart of the free.
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