Flying Without Wings

A flight,
against the pull of gravity.
Waiting to pull me to the ground.
Which creates an illusion of me,
Speeding through time.
Air flowing through my body
becoming weightless,
through dimensions unknown to eyes.
Clear mind through the decline of emptiness,
the noisy city waiting below me,
watching my shadow come out of imagination.
Happiness of being a human angel.
Using the wings; not given,
but taken.

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nice poem.... ur words produced good imagery if thatz a word lolz but you know wot i mean :)