The people of the legends fly
Blending with the evening sky
Merging with the setting sun
Dancing to a song unsung
Words unheard by human ears
Resonate throughout the years.
Wings beat. Time passes.
Darkened stars. Withered grasses.
The people of the legends soar
You see them once-
And then no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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