And they don't glow at night anymore
two wings over my shoulders -
torn in a fierce battle.
I'm lonely, lonely.
If the wings were all right -
I would fly, lay on a bed
she looked up at the high sky.
And chewed a piece of bread.
If the wings were all right -
I would have passed the angels ladka -
I'd have my wings sewn back on -
once-with streaks-and done!
And now I will fly to the sky -
I'm more interested in flying up there.
Two wings lit up at night
behind my back.
02.01.2020
Two wings
© Copyright: Снежана Михайловна Шашкова, 2020
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