At the Cliff
Finally I am standing at the edge of a cliff
There is no mother’s wings any more
That snatched me up again to the nest
When I was falling down forever
With my feeble gestures of my baby wings
I can see only the blue sky
I cannot even feel any wind
I have to soar up to the sky with my own wings
Up there I can float upon the invisible streams of winds
Then I can effortlessly fly
That was what mom shouted into my ears
Now I have only memories, memories of warm encouragement
I opened my wings carefully
Either I fly up into sky
Or fall onto the ground straight
I will find out by jumping
I pushed myself with faith
One, two, and Go!
The Sun light stings my eyes
Ah, Freedom!
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