A little leaf is flying high
And doesn’t think of fear.
It doesn’t want to shout or cry,
Its soul is fine and cheer.
It’s flying high among the dreams,
Enjoys the silk of youth,
Believes: it’ll manage everything
And it’s the perfect truth.
How pleasant is for it to fly!
How soft its thoughts, how light.
Its flight is gracious and high,
As if it is beloved.
It’s flying somewhere through the wind,
So happy, so relieved.
The velvet sky with moony glint
Makes it absurd but thrilled.
And let it be. May dreams come true,
And may all things go well.
Do hope that you will soon be through
All foolish stuff you dwell.
Through the wind
© Copyright: Анна Шведак, 2016
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The poem is light and nice, the lines are moving smoothly like the flying ot the little leaf.
Понравилось, спасибо =)
Найдина Маргарита 15.03.2016 21:36 • Заявить о нарушении
Понравилось, спасибо =)
Найдина Маргарита 15.03.2016 21:36 • Заявить о нарушении
cannot express how grateful I am for your comment. Thanks a lot :)
Анна Шведак 20.03.2016 14:19 Заявить о нарушении
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