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Bird's-eye View

by Cynthia Proctor
Distant trees vanish
into cold fog
though I feel no chill.
I am lifted
sailing tradewinds
on wings
which are not my own.
I have known their touch
an inherent memory
longing to awaken.
I have felt their subtle peace
strong and secure
as they held my heart.
It is here
I find comfort
in life
after death.

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