Do you remember our farewell deal?
That on a day, almost lucid and still,
With no slightest hint of a breeze,
We'd watch the Planet quietly steer
Along irregular cloudy heaps.
Are you ready? Then precisely at noon,
In your place look up into the Blue,
Choose a cloud you are fascinated by-
The one, that resembles a queer reptile,
Or Marabou lost in the northern sky.
With the hastening pace of heartbeat,
In two hours, I am about to meet
Your phantasmagoric silent Envoy.
Marabou lost in the sky
© Copyright: Ксения Желева, 2015
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