I flied away then like a bird,
My hands I spread on cross to both sides.
And is this possibility so close -
Above the pits of sin such a quick flight?
And people are like ants so little.
It is so simple to heal them, I think.
Each home is tiny like a trinket.
How could they not love one another in it?
I flied away then like a bird,
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2014
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