Quote by Rumi (Chiara64)

Vögel ziehen weite Bögen am Himmel
aus ihrer Freiheit heraus.
Wie lernen sie das?
Sie lassen sich fallen,
und in dem Fallen
werden ihnen Flügel geschenkt.

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall and falling,
they're given wings.

Aphorism by Kaaka

Schreib deine Trauer in den Sand
und graviere dein Glück in Stein.

Write your sorrow into the sand
and engrave your joy into stone.

A poem about Michael, Ally and wolf by aeronest

Michael, Michael, Michael
Lady Wolf yelling to the dark sky.
Will you listen?
Can you hear?
That's a sound from deep heart.
That's a sound from far away.
Will you think?
Can you love?
Lady Wolf misses your hug.
Lady Wolf misses your kiss.
Will you believe? Can you trust?
When the moon comes round
When the moon comes big
Ally comes wolf
Michael, Michael, Michael
Ally is a wolf.

Lights by Hellen

I feel something inside
Which could lead me to the sky
Maybe I just wanna find somewhere to hide
In this grey world, I need some lights