Behold! From sky above,
From air so blue and calling,
A waif of cloud is falling -
A feather, white as dove.
Watch it in circles spin,
While in the wind it's gliding
And through the air is sliding
And landing on the stream.
No ripple cast astray,
Just like a cherry blossom
It's touching softly water
And drifting far away.
While whirling in the rill,
And being stuck by stones,
And freely flowing further,
It's carried now from me.
Behold it evanesce
Soon, where the creek is turning,
Pray for its happy roaming,
Wave hand for it and wish,
That feather, sailing free,
To river grand and mighty
Will come afloat lightly
And reaches the golden sea!
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A White Feather
© Copyright: Куранов Андрей, 2013
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