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AIM HIGH
let my soul soar
to its unlimited heights
to kiss the sky
though storms draw nigh
strong winds of scorn
hovers over my horizon
it can clip my wings
but never my will to fly.
let my soul soar
to its unlimited heights
to kiss the sky
though storms draw nigh
strong winds of scorn
hovers over my horizon
it can clip my wings
but never my will to fly.
A beautiful poem .The human spirit can be unconquerable.
Smile.. it is the cheapest facelift.
Such a nice poem and such a nice read!