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Poem - Freed from the Second's Cage
The final bow of the second came.
Waiting at the top is a list of names.
Fluttering feelings overflow the place.
Youthful exuberance along the way,
Can’t hide the joy that comes within.
So blessed are they who strive with pain!
In this precious day given by the Highest,
The fruit shall be finally harvested.
None can be so sure of who’s the happiest.
The line proceeds onto the stage,
Awarded to each
Is the golden ticket for the next phase.
Like eagles, they’ll soar up in the sky.
Twinkling stars are waiting by,
Fiery as they are, destined to be caught
Only of those few who are willing to die.
[Source of photo: http://blog.esc12.net/cte/category/uncategorized/]