The sky is an overture
They are a part of a big scene
They present many different cast...
Beneath the overture, is a huge stage
to ponder,
to learn
to express,
to experience the reality
to seize what one might lose
Behold, all fairy tale are not real..
All hero need to sacrifice
All good story has an ending...
Its not a place to stay and live
Should we dwell or desert it...
The question left for you to answer...
to BS
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