Witches on the broom
It’s so exciting,
Witches on the broom
Are so excited
Singing in the rain…
Amber eyes are shining,
Grayish flocks are flying,
Dashing witches
Naked in the gloom
Of glistening rain…
Fluffy winds are scoring,
Swindling voices scorning,
Catching hands
Are looking for a pray
Lost in the rain…
Happy moon is rising,
Nothing is surprising
In the midst of mystics
Of the night
In summer rain…
Witches on the broom
© Copyright: Мария Фил-Бор, 2017
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