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| (Image credit : Saatchi Art) |
When you're born into human..
You walked among them and you asked..
Am I them?
but.. you are You...
You realized now there is a pair of wings..
death is only the opposite of birth..
You live.. through and through the Life...
You fly soaring the sky..
Looking down, seeing men squabbling among themselves
You feel the pity.. the Love..
For those wings they have not..
What's next?
Beyond those creatures of the Sky?
