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Sora My Flight

Like grasping at the air
The soft feeling of your hands
has become like clouds...
A distant memory.

It's hard to let it go,
when it's right there,
hidden in plain sight...
Behind the glass.

Nothing's like before...
Before I was left without you.

Whatever lies beyond this morning...
It's light is fleeting,
and what's left of me waits restlessly
in my sanctuary for your return.

My mind soars through clouds,
searching...
Searching helplessly for you,
beckoning my flightless body.

Bring me flight my Sora,
so I can be with you once more.