The flight of sparrows...
Beauty is born out of darkness, and in beauty darkness sleeps...
And there are born the dreams of those who are not yet alive, kindling in the dews, the light and the blossoms, waiting for the first breath to take them up and then with them dance. Here then is the thread, the paint, the ink, the letters from what life will weave, in time, their story will be ready for the writing.
You look at it. It does not look at you, instead it speaks saying: 'We live in a world that is formed into and out of many layers - and in between the gaps, hidden between the lines of the the veil, the eyes of various nations are watching.'
For there is in all things that bow and flicker, where the sun does linger (and bows its thoughts,) the heaviness and weight of the human heart, and the flight of sparrows that do spring from it, anon into dreams, where the flight of all souls rest and dream.
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