She has to fly again,
even with those broken wings.
She has to direct the destiny;
For, she was awaited by her starving nestlings,
Nestlings with blooming dreams.
A canvas for the untarnished arts,
An armour for the newbie warriors,
The hearth in the frozing nights,
The wind chill in the scorching summer,
The one with all these phenomenal
Faces was her and only her.
So she was determined to fly again
Even with those broken wings.
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