Let my words be a magic spell:
I mean every letter somehow.
People always are scared of Hell,
But I'm closer to Heaven now.
I need the rain to clean my eyes.
I need the wind to wipe my face.
I am still looking at the skies
And at the stars I'm trying to chase.
I am still searching for a word
That can describe my inner voice.
This is my faith. I am a bird.
I need to fly... I have no choice.
01.05.2017
A Bird
© Copyright: Серафима Пронина, 2017
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