In the quiet of the night, when dreams softly weave, there's a story of wings that yearn to believe.
A journey begins with a whisper of hope, through valleys of shadows, they learn how to cope.
With feathers of longing, once tattered and torn, they gather their strength, from the dusk until dawn.
Each heartbeat a lesson, each setback a gain, in the silence of stillness, through heartache and pain.
But time is a healer, with patience as guide, as they stretch out their wings, no longer confined.
The sky beckons brightly, an endless expanse, and with every flap forward, they revel in chance.
So let dreams take flight, let ambitions unfurl, for beautiful wings are meant to twirl.
In the tapestry of life, every scar has its place, where healing brings freedom, and courage finds grace.
So cherish the journey, embrace every sigh, for beautiful wings take time to heal and fly.
In the dance of the skies, where the wild spirits roam, we find our true selves, and at last, we come home.
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