Ceremonious Soaring

We'll climb up,
past these rooftops
and listen to the world scream at us from below;
we'll go on and on and on,
past the haughty highways
and meadows turned to gold,
above the forested hilltops
and sky-high canopy of dreams,
crooning with birds:
an owl's lulling cry,
along with a solemn goodnight,
as we forever sleep above the deep safety of the wolves

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