One February morning
I'll be flying along Canyon Road.
Sun will shine in my eyes.
Wind will blow among the pines
Snow will not melt on my cheeks
As cool powder white inks.
And I will remember that
My Apache name is Flap.
And I can shift
This wind to the desired angle of lift.
When hands will finished transform
And I will rise above the storm.
The first day after
© Copyright: Валентина Котогонова, 2012
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