What is the problem of today?
That people live without wings.
What do we love, for whom we pray?
What really matters, plays soul strings?
Monotonously move in circles
And every morning join life stream.
Neglecting all the others sorrows,
Coming as further as we can.
These wings we need to take the air,
To fill the inner us with light.
They are the heaven blessed granted care
That ceases fire of the world fight.
It must be gorgeous to spread your wings,
To breathe the smell of the wind peace…
But what instead we have in fact?
The flows of people, indifferent, inact.
Wings
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