Dream Of The Wings

Beneath of the deliberate sky

You are the only vision that could be the liner of the territory 

We serve the accompanied rain

We love the contingency of lightning fall

We are the nation

You can generate your simpatico

But we never believe in the court of an autocratic statesman

Whereas after only a glimpse of a candle

An omnivorous field couldn’t fulfill the consent of our ancestry

We are one who finally disclosed the dream of the wings...