Wings... Snow white wings beating wildly against the sky... The powdered azure... The blazing sun... Nothing could compare with the beauty of this frantic desire to get away...To just get away from the fervour... From bondage to freedom... A hawk was chasing after it... Both graceful fliers... Two sharp shapes across the sky... Burnt Umber... Snow white feathers stark against the sky... Beauty lies deep within the dove's being... an olive branch messenger of peace... The eagle's sombre feathers signals the death of freedom... the death of flight... Of desire... Identity... Both graceful... Both beautiful... Gliding... Flapping frantically... The chase... Bondage following freedom... Which do you choose?... Take that which you love... The bondage of rules or the flight of the sky... where there's no limit... no limit at all...
