It is not the way you look but the sense of your defeat...
It is not the eagerness for your decay but the breathe of your condolences...
It is not the glamor of sadness but the majestic hopes...
It is not the horizon curved into the Eternity but the acceptance of your miseries...
It is not the reef but the reflex from the void...
It is not the clouds but Heaven...
It is not about what you are expecting, but what you dream of...
It is not about the wings but to flow...
It is not... It is not... indeed...
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