Child of the spring sun
you're purest low sky
feel it in the mountain high
breath with your own heart
grasses spring up through ashes
that's you made them alive
the wild cherry branches
are hugging your shoulders tonight
sun glare on your cheeks
bloom from one of it smile
don't be afraid to breath
everythig woven from light
simply our eyes are
in a dust of travelled road
the soul of the fiery star
is a tender light bird
evrything you can keep
in the reckless flight
across the infinity sleep
is the heat of your heart
So don't ever stop
don't let that black rain
wet your wing stuff
it will teach you fly higer...again
So leave it behind
rushing to the sun.
Low Sky
© Copyright: Владимир Демкович, 2015
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