like magic touch of smokeless sky,
the wings on wind - such free and springy
my deepest wish - my endless flight
my soul - footloose and so windy.
this magic feeling of great height,
unstoppable, like wind or clouds
and doesn't matter all - it's great
my laughter will be light and loud
i look at sky, my endless dream,
the magic, which don't need inspection
i look at sky - and sunny beam
in my hands - gift and... invitation.
sunny beam in hands
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Each piece of the sky smoky blackness.
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