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"beneath their wings"

Much like Icarus, off they go; 
until condensation metes them 
reality's condescension:

     Whose goals and objectives
     are minute in life's greater scheme; 
     wings fashioned from floss harps-

     Yet they soar each firmament;
     nary a doubt would sway resolve;
     no tempest or tumult could dissuade.

If you chance upon a cloudless day
catch their echo of jubilant cries
and contemplate your turn to fly.

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