Where are your wings,
Which so loved hugging winds?
Instead are drastic scars -
You weren't scratched by stars.
Why are you afraid of
Roofs and opened windows?
I know: you cannot take off -
It's better to be indoors.
Now the winds are wild,
Are seeking you alone,
Are killing people crowd:
They've no mercy anymore.
Where are your wings,
Which so loved hugging winds?
Instead are drastic scars -
You weren't scratched by stars.
Wings
© Copyright: Илья Шенн, 2016
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