born to be a star, champion to any race, cloth to
fine victory, as the bastion of strength rise into the
sparkling sky, where the highest goal is to fly
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well written, as though i am carried with the wings of the nightingale..
'the mastery of the moon cover the shadow of the night clouds, moving to hide in the confetti’s of wind that crumple the chime of a wishing bell as it echo in a distance heart apart'... lines very much imaginative...the most i liked in this good poem...thanks...10