Wings, wings , wings which sings, sings and sings.

Wings for those clusters which see clouds to collect and create all structures.

Wings for those sounds which one can listen by beholding arms to know its stories.

Wings for miracles, miracles for strength, strength for wings to fly.

Wings allows itself to think deep about life and its people, wings by thinking about everything comes closure to know life of its wisdom.

Wings welcome itself, wings welcome others to see for themselves that sometimes flying is to be seen as walking … walking for miles… or miles which believes in itself.

Wings , wings, wings which sings , sings and sings

Ayushi Pandey

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