First and last wish (working)

In every last poet's vision  
sighs an audible sigh a sigh,  
confesses life's quiet ambition  
to fly the corner of the sky. 
To glide across the heavens, 
to ride the breeze's flow, 
just to catch a grander glimpse 
of his dearest home below. 
To swiftly sail on morn's warm breath 
Away from human turn and toil 
To where his heart is strong and free 
Away from binding soil

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