It’s in my memory the wind,
The wind that brought the smell of grass,
The smell of life and of far lands…
I do remember its fresh touch.
It’s in my memory the light,
The light of millions distant stars.
I still remember their cold stares.
They gave me their wisdom’s lesson…
Oh, in the mountains at last!
I was so happy and woke up that night
To see the miracle of starlit deep-blue skies…
My soul was a night-bird in a flight.
My song of freedom rode the night.
I saved the wonder in my heart.
It s in my memory the wind...
© Copyright: Алекс Рей, 2008
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