The witch has met the wizard,
Became a little girl..
All rains or storms, or blizzards
Could not upset their world.
The time, the space, the distance
Could never weaken love,
The beauty of resistance
Just lifted them above.
Above the human mind and
Above the law of 'truth',
The wizardry is gliding,
The love is deepening roots.
She calls him baby sladkii,
He spoils her with the world,
So maybe they're a love kin?
And much more is untold..
And much more is untold
© Copyright: Эля Росачинская, 2016
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