And now his heart
Is like a bird,
But you can see -
That bird can't fly.
"Why?" - you can ask...
This bird is dead.
But you can say:
"Fly well, bird, fly...
Death is a part
Of every life.
So you can fly,
You can be born...
And you can be
The wind that time.
No questions more.
Fly well, bird, fly..."
Bird
© Copyright: Алексия Летто, 2012
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