The Wings

by BOB GALLO   Feb 2, 2022


In any second our wings portion death and life.

We are equals as we are together.
and individual as we are unique .

Our objective is being exact not over.

In collective
if you have extra
someone else has less.

Personal gains are partridge's *
way of fleeing the spiritual poverty.

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* Partridges, escaping from hunters, hide their head in sand when they are exhausted, to dupe their own selves that the predator is gone.

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