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Flying with the Power of Love and Peace |
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If I could fly, I would soar into the sky with all my wishes.
I take off with the flower of peace in my hand. This peaceful land has
experienced several wars and how many martyrs have shed blood here? Quietly, I
fold my wings and gently descend. I sprinkle the flower of peace and let it
bloom where it falls, creating the warmest land. If people pass by and smell the
fragrance of the flower of peace, they will realize that war is a mistake and a
shameful act. Today, there are still thousands of places where the smoke of war
is rising, and I want to offer the flower of peace to all lands, so that people
can wake up and unite in friendship, helping each other...
I spread my wings and continue my journey.
I arrive at an extremely dirty place and I cannot just ignore it. So I gently
land and wave my fluorescent stick, and stars of light fall down, making piles
of garbage disappear in an instant. As I prepare to continue my journey, it
seems that there is something calling out, expressing itself. It turns out that
it is the rustling of flowers, plants, and trees. As I turn my head, I see
what's happening. I search for the "Light of Love." In that moment, a brilliant
light appears, illuminating the sunset, and people seem to be inspired, opening
their hands and hearts, starting to work: planting flowers and trees with the
hustle and bustle of a multitude of people who are so busy, not resting for a
moment. I smile contentedly, looking down from the sky at the busy and diligent
figures of people, and happily fly again...
I had a dream, a sweet dream. In my dream, I had a pair of wings and I soared
into the sky, landing on the ground to do two good things for people. |
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