I've never knew, that I can fly
And now I can soar.
I will hold on to orange leaf,
I am not afraid - I swore.
Let wind take me to Neverland,
Where I imprint with you.
We'll sail the world until the end,
Exploring scent of dew.
I promise, do not hide again
Into my tiny shell.
I want my senses to be spoiled
Until I also fell.
Soaring
© Copyright: Вероника Эпштейн, 2014
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