Confined flight

He lay still on his canopy
dreaming again
Moving higher with his wings
like the artistic birds whispering a melodic song
He escaped in a trance towards the tropicals
That briefly was a home to him
He softly prodded the wooden poles
To remind him of the dense fog that captivated his aerial view
In the rustle of his  every  breath,
He relived his flight once again 

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