One day I was a wandering bird
On an alder tree.
It was warm.
The figure was blurred,
But I believed in the sea
Someone was fighting the storm.
One man had no chance,
Could not fly away.
In panic I was looking for hand.
It took one quick glance:
Right near the bay
Still was someone remaining on land...
One day I was a wandering bird.
It was sunny,
I wanted to sing.
But couldn't I shout even a word
Through a blissful
Ray in the spring.
One day I was a wandering bird...
© Copyright: Анна Кабанова, 2015
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