Bloody hair

I am a woman, free as hair in the wind. Free like a flowing river. I am a woman who has been searching her dreams in sky and dreaming about flying like a bird even in forbidden sky. I will wear a shining crown, made by my dreams, and fill my heart with Scent of Homeland. Around the flight station, they chained my wings to prevent me from flying and take away my freedom. That was a moment to realise if I couldn’t fly because of chained wings, I will run to feel wind in my hair.