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Wings of the Soul

By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar


In the stillness of dawn, when the world lies asleep,

I begin my silent leap.

From the cradle of earth to the arms of the sky,

With a heart full of dreams, I dare to fly high.


Feathers kissed by the whispering breeze,

I dance with clouds, with effortless ease.

In the vast expanse, where heavens unfold,

I find a freedom more precious than gold.


I soar over valleys, through sunbeams and rain,

Embracing both joy and the whisper of pain.

With each beat of my wings, a prayer is sown,

For in the heart of the sky, I am never alone.


The earth fades below, a distant, sweet call,

As I merge with the infinite, feeling so small.

Yet in this vastness, I discover my place,

A tiny reflection of divine, boundless grace.


In the silence of flight, where no words are heard,

My soul finds its song in the heart of the bird.

A melody pure, of spirit and light,

A testament of faith in the darkest of night.


My wings are a canvas, painting the sky,

A story of spirit, as I rise and I fly.

Each stroke of freedom, a whisper of peace,

In the boundless blue, where my worries cease.


As I glide over forests, where shadows lie deep,

I see the world waking from its slumbering sleep.

Mountains greet me with their ancient, wise gaze,

And rivers below reflect morning's first rays.


The sun gently warms me, a soft, loving touch,

Reminding me always, that I am enough.

With each upward spiral, I leave fears behind,

In the freedom of flight, I find peace of mind.


Every gust lifts me higher, closer to the divine,

In this sacred dance, my spirit aligns.

The horizon stretches, a promise of more,

As I chase the unknown, my soul starts to soar.


In this journey of sky, I find my true voice,

A symphony of existence, where I rejoice.

Through the heavens, I wander, in wonder and grace,

Finding my essence in this boundless space.


So, I rise, gentle bird, on wings of the soul,

For the journey is sacred, the destination whole.

In the boundless blue, where the spirit can see,

The true essence of freedom, eternally free.


With each sunset that calls me back to the nest,

I carry the skies within my chest.

The lessons of flight, forever I hold,

In the story of my wings, my spirit is told.

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