BIRD

Аня Айзиатулова
White,white bird flying high,
Soaring through blue,blue,blue sky.
In thin air,up above,
Gliding serenely,streamline dove.


Sun shining,with heavenly glare,
Stage for this creature,of the air.
Go,go,go shapely being;
Fly your destiny always seeing.


Fly this earth with strength and might,
Far beyond,to greatest height.
Look
    not down
        or to surround;
LEAVE US-dwellers of the ground...



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