To Fly

JAZZ


God didn't give us any wings,
But we can hear the call of sky.
And how do we want to fly!

Just in the very secret dreams
We dare only once to try,
But fear makes to say "Good-bye!"

Oh, if we know a magic word,
That helps to change into a bird
And, with a happy cry, to fly!!!


September 9, 2010.
Moscow.


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I have read the poem with great pleasure. The thoughts expressed here coincide with my ideas. It is very light and bright. I wish you further success.

Светлана Барашко   10.09.2010 12:15     Заявить о нарушении
Thank You very much! I shall be glad to see You again!
Sincerely Yours,
Yuli Klever.

Юлий Клевер   10.09.2010 14:35   Заявить о нарушении