Gentle Wings Turned Rough

In a realm where clouds invite our dreams, The heart should soar, not be torn at the seams. Yet tempests may rise, in moments so fraught, Let kindness take flight, that's the gift we sought. For in every journey, let peace be our guide, With hearts intertwined, let love not subside. May we greet each other with laughter and grace, Embracing the skies, as one human race.

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