She was young. And she was a beauty.
But she could not fly at all.
Helpless and lonely she was.
She got attached to me as only
a bird can be attached to its tree.
But you know, any bird needs the sky.
So I clapped my hands – and made her fly.
I gave her wings and set her free.
She was twenty. And I was forty.
Watching her fly, now I clearly see:
I had fallen in love with a birdy.
Lery Del Mar, 2010
A birdy
© Copyright: Лери Дель Мар, 2011
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