I look towards sky
With narrow probing eyes
To fly in the sky
Like a free bird
The sky is cloudy
Moving somewhere
Rain is pouring down
Like tears of crying sky
This uncertainty
And I know
What is impossible
What is possible
I am waiting
For my turn
to fly again in the sky
Like a free bird…
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