Mirracles
Falling leaves of red and blue
On the sand...So brightly new
Is the living
When I'm leaving
Falling skies are more than flight
When I'm dark but look so bright
When I'm leaving
Smiling, dreaming
Wet and brown are legs and hands
When I come to winter dance
Slightly living
In the evening
Living, leaving,
Dancing, breathing,
In the night so slightly being...
Through the mirrorcles of five -
Go again, my human's life!
© Copyright: Юля Кантонистова, 2013
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