A wounded bird was seen by you,
Bellflowers…a drop of magic rain,
And wind that was blowing again,
With enigmatic stream from Peru.
Thousands plants from the ocean,
Hippocampus and fishes that hid,
The mermaids, a Mother with kid,
Peace and wonder,a slow motion.
Violet scarf and you were the only,
Who recuperated the bird by love,
When all were so far and…above..
The rustling leaves,autumn;lonely.
Princess... Peach and Peace
© Copyright: Александр Ковердун, 2017
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