Right wings.

Is not me.

Is the poetry.

The inner lectures that calling into the storm, into the skies.

From the ground to the tree.

From the tree to the clouds over the sea.

Taken by the wind. Into the unknown.

Sole purpose of changing the world.

One world. Mine. Yours.

Ours at times.

With memories. With excitement.

Flying is possible with the right wings.

Flying is possible alone.

Will see you again one day.

My smile for you.

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