not just plumb, true, heartening, you|
San frontieres, a twig of poetree,
topological, roots and wings,
once more to the breach,
dancing betwixt ears, ungestured, bays,
I'd be as a mayfly, only alive a day,
rather than as long as an eagle flies, not whying.
Fathoming delves ley lines realizing increasing
wingspan, height of flight, intensity of sunlight.
Challenge :) Bird's Eye View, Anew; with reality1
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