Let the winds touch your naked soul and whisper;
Let the time stop still for you to have a juncture;
Let the birds dance for you in joy when it rains;
Let the darkness vanish for you to see a new day;

Fly, oh love fly.

Let the boats planing across the water carry you to an unknown destination;
Let the shooting star burn to fulfil your desires;
Let the flower bloom to see you go scarlet;
Let the yearning be strong enough to let go;

Fly, oh love fly.

You aren’t meant to live a mundane life.
You’re meant to fly high.

Close your eyes and wish,
As the clock strikes 11:11
Nothing else…
But to fly.

Fly, oh love fly.


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