You get scorched your wings
if you fly over the sun.
Then what will happen to our wings
if we fly over the moon?
You get chil blain.
Then where do we fly?
And where do we stay if there is no place of our own?
Even though we find a place do they feed us?
What shall we do then?
Make a way to fly over the sun & moon
or search for a new world without sun & moon?
(still the majority cannot see under the bright light) .
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