by Marin Angel Lazarov
A man's arms are like white wings
A woman's shoulders, sheltering her from adversity
Will become stronger than granite with age
If there is no sorrow under her wing
Don't begrudge your wings, men!
Storms and bad weather won't break the feather.
Fear that there will be no one to take shelter.
And two wings will "die off" needlessly.
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