Night Traveler

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I see snow covered mountain peaks
peeping over peppering clouds,
the rugged land below
enjoying the perils of sunlight.

I see the sea weaving
along the shoreline, silently
and clusters of white
forming villages, towns, cities, capitals.

I see the harnessing of wind
to create energy for the masses,
life being lived gloriously
from the wings that carry me home.

Alas, I brave the journey
in the light of day!

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