Winged Feet

What wild freedom fills my being

Begging my feet to feel the earth
Winging my feet to course the air

Feathers of bronze and gold and red
strong and tempered as a warrior's shield
tattered and guileless as a child's play

Rhythm becoming the wing of flight
dancing the soaring light

Reshaping known geometry
line within circle
spiraling out inspiring
more space than
there is room to
hold it

Hold onto the earth
Hold onto the wind

Winged feet transforming
journeys of space and time

Wild heart singing

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