Oh, my hope, you're a hawk,
never flying in a flock,
always soaring alone,
and now leaving a home
spread your wings and just fly
in the cloudless sky,
and forget this strange land
where a friend kills his friend.
Fly away from the war,
don't come back anymore.
let the wings lift you high
where birds cannot fly.
Touch the Sun, my brave flyer,
don't be sad, light your fire!
30.09.25
My Hope
© Copyright: Александр Бадедин, 2025
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