A birch does stay near my window.
It clatters with its leaves.
Some wind does blow and brings us freedom.
The birch comes it but greets.
I see, the birch, though it's a tree now,
Has got its own soul.
And wind has soul, though it can't speak now.
But birch and wind can live, I know.
If you don't think so, can't believe me
And don't think it's true,
Go to the sportsground, ask some children.
They'll tell you, they will prove.
And don't think that they are silly,
They've told you simple thuth.
But if you think so, do believe me,
Your existance isn't true!
Soul Can Live Everywhere
© Copyright: Пищулина Анастасия, 2009
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