Flyers

Dance through your eyes.
Colorful lies.
You may not know it
but everyone flies.

High, high, to the great bright blue.
Soaring above you.
You may not see
what these people do.

Soaring above at great height.
The beauty of their endless flight.
You may not spy them
flying through the darkened night.

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