As though Sol on shiny car,
I want to warm ever.
I come from sky. I go to sky.
But now you are my heaven.
Day's flavor kind of mead of heath.
My roads are ocean lanes.
I've born with wings. I'll die with wings.
But now you are my planes.
Without war to the knife,
Without double meaning
I fuse with life. I build the life.
But now you are my living...
Mead of heath
© Copyright: Анастасия Подорожная, 2006
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