The morning,
the noon,
the night,
the tasks keep pressing on.
so spread those beautiful wings,
for the universe
too,
understands deep weariness.
the time is short for a song,
the time is short for rest,
time is too short to hurt, huddle and be worn out.
fly,
in your own capacity fly,
for the universe understands bewilderment.
the winds are might with power and strength,
waiting,
sure,
steady,
and strong.
allow the wind to lift you up and on,
for the universe,
understands.
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