I am not walking really fast now.
My attemps of running are gone.
My desire - to play with my kitty.
And to wait for stars to be born.
I am waiting for magic, for a miricle
It will happen to me - I believe.
I'll be happy , I'll be satisfied
with the plant that is showing its leaves.
I am not looking for love ,
I have found it -
in tomorrow's day
in the Sky
it is blueish with white fluffy clouds
they don't ask me , they are so kind.