Returned to our
Lovely terrace,
Not wanting to wake
The majestic Sea,
We're sitting silently,
We’re both embarrassed
About our secret dream.
The dream that lives in our souls,
The dream's beyond the surroundings.
Because we're sort of birds
Who couldn't
Leave the Dominion and stay here.
The Return
© Copyright: Слава Савватеев, 2013
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