My wings are two wheels
And brightly shining narrow steel.
It‘ s not the bicycles appeals
It‘ s not the rotation of mills.
I am not an angel. I am not a bird,
But all my life is a mountain to God.
Two wheels are my wings,
I listen the voice of thin wears
And always I feel nervous wind
And all these situations are my life‘ s ring
28.03.09.
Winger
© Copyright: Владимир Лагунов, 2010
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