No sky but
All are flying.
No sorrow but
All are crying.
Life means
Only flying
Only crying
I believe not.
Life is something
More than all that.
In life each one
Has to see his own place
And think about
One's own race.
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Individual places and races. Every maintain his lane. Beautiful...10+.