Oh my hope, you're a hawk,
never flying in a flock,
always soaring alone.
Now you fall like a stone.
Pleas hold on! Spread your wings!
What tomorrow will bring,
never know. You must rush
through the clouds, bold and brash,
far away from this land
where friend turns on friend.
Let the wings lift you high
where birds cannot fly.
Don't despair, my flyer.
Touch the Sun, light your fire!
30.09.25
My Hope
© Copyright: Александр Бадедин, 2025
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Александр :) Wings remember the sky. And while they remember - there is a chance. May the sun not burn you. May is set you alight.
Спасибо, мне понравилось :)
С уважением, Элен.
Элен Маер 13.10.2026 18:22 • Заявить о нарушении
Спасибо, мне понравилось :)
С уважением, Элен.
Элен Маер 13.10.2026 18:22 • Заявить о нарушении