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the sky is closer
< Leah Altukhova
Wings grew. The sky is closer to us.
Why fly all the harder?
Who of us, timid, survive?
Those who remain on earth?
He walks beside, around and about,
And the wind sways on
Whether happiness is my clear falcon,
Whether raven on trouble.
Wings grew. The sky is closer to us.
Why fly all the harder?
Who of us, timid, survive?
Those who remain on earth?
He walks beside, around and about,
And the wind sways on
Whether happiness is my clear falcon,
Whether raven on trouble.
