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Wings
< Inguri
Years go by, you do something successfully or not, something to cry, something you smile ... but your wings are hanging lifelessly behind.
And there comes a moment when you know - everything. End, edge and a limit passage.
And then you go up to the rock.
We breathe the air deliciously sweet.
You look at the immensity of the sky unimaginable.
Wings thy quiver and straighten!
You feel the loud and clear - here now. Now! It is now possible to pick up and just fly - that's heaven, here you are, here are the wings
! You breathe again, enjoying great views - you have the whole world under their feet
! And then ...
often you just went down. With its newly dangling wings.
You for some time to maintain this feeling, remember that you can fly! But just keep doing something successfully or not, something to cry, something to smile ...
You can return to the rock many times ... and realizing that you have the whole world under their feet - down back. Choosing to walk on it, not to fly over it ...
And maybe someday you still understand - that the miracles in life do not happen when came to the edge, I stood up and left. And when you stepped into the abyss.
You once again come up against a rock. Go up to the cliff. Wings Your tremble - and again hung lifeless. Because you no longer believe you could fly. Because too many fears, pain and disbelief shackle you. And because you never once did not try.
And when you have nothing to lose. When will you realize that there's nothing left there, behind that might help you temporarily forget about his burning FLY needs. Nothing that could divert you from her side.
You're standing on a rock.
Your wings motionless.
But there is no turning back.
You look around at the sky - the last time
. You inhale a deep breath - the last time
. Receding easy steps -
and jump.
You fly into the abyss
And believe
What are your wings
Now
throw open
Years go by, you do something successfully or not, something to cry, something you smile ... but your wings are hanging lifelessly behind.
And there comes a moment when you know - everything. End, edge and a limit passage.
And then you go up to the rock.
We breathe the air deliciously sweet.
You look at the immensity of the sky unimaginable.
Wings thy quiver and straighten!
You feel the loud and clear - here now. Now! It is now possible to pick up and just fly - that's heaven, here you are, here are the wings
! You breathe again, enjoying great views - you have the whole world under their feet
! And then ...
often you just went down. With its newly dangling wings.
You for some time to maintain this feeling, remember that you can fly! But just keep doing something successfully or not, something to cry, something to smile ...
You can return to the rock many times ... and realizing that you have the whole world under their feet - down back. Choosing to walk on it, not to fly over it ...
And maybe someday you still understand - that the miracles in life do not happen when came to the edge, I stood up and left. And when you stepped into the abyss.
You once again come up against a rock. Go up to the cliff. Wings Your tremble - and again hung lifeless. Because you no longer believe you could fly. Because too many fears, pain and disbelief shackle you. And because you never once did not try.
And when you have nothing to lose. When will you realize that there's nothing left there, behind that might help you temporarily forget about his burning FLY needs. Nothing that could divert you from her side.
You're standing on a rock.
Your wings motionless.
But there is no turning back.
You look around at the sky - the last time
. You inhale a deep breath - the last time
. Receding easy steps -
and jump.
You fly into the abyss
And believe
What are your wings
Now
throw open
