To fly higher than other eagles creates an entrance
To the passages of Time, a stable condition and so praised;
One bird shall be with the actions of the path,
Another soothes the rest of humanity.
To fly is to dive and strive in the works of God,
One bird is enough to satisfy more people.
We have flown the skies for eternity,
Some of us revolve with the shapes of ancient nature.
So we glide towards the ground and clasp the roots,
Opening the rooms of our soul, and seeing enough of it.
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