We fly without wings Metaphorically or in our dreams only Simply because our wings got broke By this world's ugly sufferings and ugly pains, We fly to run away To a land called the land of the unknown To know our top from our bottom, We fly to be or to be not, but It seems we fly only in vain, We fly looking for our loved ones Who traveled to different destinations, We fly only to disappear among these Passing clouds to enter any country invisibly and Without a visa, We fly looking for pretty peace Because we got replenished from these ongoing wars, then We keep flying until we reach the last destination of Our last trip anytime.
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