In distance of two miles,
Very far away,
From enywhere else
There's any ground
Above downy clouds.
And gusty, frozen wind
Says to me to lie
On my little wing.
Night and day we fly,
Raising drops of rains.
Amnisia of the mind
Return us to the rain.
And fear angels says:
Come back to them again,
Cought up by the wind,
Come back to us (them) again.
L@nelи Forest
Very far away
© Copyright: Илья Железовский, 2016
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