Over magic mountains

Aloft on wing now looking down,
See colours and random shapes below.
Carried upwards, leave behind what once caught my eye,
Fed and nurtured gives rise to dreams.
Looking into the light and the changing clouds,
Before mists of mystery more enticing cooling to the wing.
Far below, those fleeting fading memories.
Climbing ever higher, I’m carried over magic mountains
Once so far, far away.

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