An elfish brush

I wish I had an elfish brush,
So I could do some views of wind and freedom;
I wish I was as feather light,
So I could float through the heaven without any wings,

And walking high up in the sky -
As far as smooky clouds are.
I wish to feel again all droplets of the rain
And sun shines on the paly skin...

But it's all quite, because it's night...
No sun, no wind, no even rain -
No soul, no love, no even pain.
No tears and no scars - it's quite.
It's empty here and it's night.


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