She was flying down
From the cliff
Not knowing where
She'll hit rock bottom.
But the wings lifted
Her up,
They didn't let her break
About the pier.
Falling high -
You don't see it often,
But if
It happened, -
The fire that is hope
gave birth -
Don't put it out
And don’t take it away!
That Bird Power,
which flew up
Without giving in
Her own "fate"
She's rightfully
Deserved it
Through falling upward,
And not to the bottom!
(28.03.2023)
Falling up
© Copyright: Ирина Аксамирская, 2023
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