The Sun is shining,
I’m looking through the window.
My dream’s somewhere flying
Above the forest, meadow,
It meets strong wind and thunder
And lightning on the way.
I haven’t seen such a wonder,
Like this fantastic play.
My dream is like a naughty child,
Like genius of freedom,
Like animal my dream is wild,
Like all the Earth my dream is wide.
“What will you do with it?” – You’ll ask.
Of cause, it isn’t easy task.
I’ll present it to you, I think,
Like golden catkins or a ring,
And you can use it, like you want.
Take it, my friend! It’s yours!
My dream
© Copyright: Вера Кремко, 2008
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