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I am listening to how the silence rushes down
Over the night
With the timid steps of a nymph
And I wish to fly
To grow wings that
I shall rise timidly to the sky… Mystery
Deceptive moment
Because when looking in the mirror
I see… my wings
Just illusions.
And my flight.. rebellious search
And the deceiving… hurts.