Seems to me, I’m running on water?
Snow-white bird, but feathers and wings;
Soon I’ll leave it, may be in autumn,
For a while wanna stay with you, Wind.
Magic boat, He can give for my way,
I propose Him my heart and my light;
So, please, blow, let the sadness away,
And we’ll follow a dawn in a night.
Moving gently, together with Wind,
Hand in hand, turning warm in embrace:
We are dreaming of spaces and seas,
And the Moon in its power and grace…
Lonely now, He steps damning the dew,
Waving sails in a breathless effort;
When it’s quiet, tears make blinded His view:
Full of Love, Wind remembers the Bird.
15.07.2011
About the Wind who loved the Bird
© Copyright: Екатерина Кирьянова Ханеева, 2011
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