the nobility of man's spirit soars
fluttering upward
on the wings of elation
The heart beats with the music of the soul
the movement as graceful as a swan
The moment heightened by the thrill of enjoyment
the limits of time at last endured
Then with our souls lifted
with our heads thrown back
our face to the wind
we spiral out of sight
We climb to Mount Olympus
To play with the Gods
Asta Dido
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