Firebird

Have you seen enchanted morning,
When October leaves are falling.
Yellow-bright and red, and brown,
Autumn leaves are on the ground.
When the sun-ray made its way
Through the trees to hide away,
Firebird flew in forest,
Singing tender- it’s euphoric.
She appeared from magic dreams,
Opened up her fire wings.
Please, don't scare her or displease.
Make a wish for your beliefs.


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