I'm putting my palms together again
I'm feeling a tremble inside-
Some weightless alive little thing with no name
Is wishing so much for a flight.
I'm walking along the old evening square,
Two men hardly hiding a grin;
My hair's got loosen, my feet cold and bare,
But happiness fills me within.
And finally, leaning a heavy street pole
I'm letting my wonder outside
.. A white butterfly, little flattering soul
Would never leave fields of my mind.
White
© Copyright: Люба Репина, 2011
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