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Soaring, silver wings pierce the sky, cutting through the morning light.
Mountains look down, white clouds chase their shadows.
Soaring, straight up to the heavens, knocking on the gates of the universe.
Looking up, the dome spills its clear light.
Soaring, the wind caresses the green mountains, warming the verdant foliage.
Springs murmur in the ravines, fruit weighs down on green branches.
Sixteen-Character Poem - Soaring High Soaring, silver wings pierce the sky, cutting through the morning light. Mountains look down, white clouds chase their shadows. Soaring, straight up to the heavens, knocking on the gates of the universe. Looking up, the dome spills its clear light. Soaring, the wind caresses the green mountains, warming the verdant foliage. Springs murmur in the ravines, fruit weighs down on green branches.