I’ve searching for the way for many years,
But every time I get back to the start.
One day I asked myself with hopeless tears:
Why do the wanderings tear me apart?
Whatever if wind calls me to the way,
I’ll head for place where I belong to be:
I’ve grown into this air and this land.
I go nowhere and stay forever here.
My air
© Copyright: Анна Иволга, 2016
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