When the heavens give the wings,
the world turns colored with a magic paint!
All miracles seem realizable and we are just
to make a step to find ourselves in an exciting fairy tale!
A dream, just like the sky, ones heart cannot embrace,
Entrancement of the soul can’t last forever and
One cannot get the moonlight in his hands
Cause in the morning it will humbly melt...
No matter how perfect altitude of happiness can be -
It still contains a drop of sadness barely perceptible...
But isn’t it just a consequence of the fact
That Dream itself is exquisitely crafted and inimitable...
When the heavens give the wings
© Copyright: Асмолова Екатерина Александровна, 2011
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