WE
We are bright leaves
Spotted around
We try to fly
But can't and die
Like useless wings
Thrown on ground
We tremble to fly
But can't and die.
Anger splashed up
like a storm
Lighting the sky edge
at first,
But then making
the Sun lost
Thundering
like a horn
Haunting
as a ghost,
Menacing
like block post.
But a wild grin
Behind tender feather
Could make a human being
Breath in
To stay together
To warm in hands
A small grain
Again and again
We are walking across
To join pages together,
We burden our cross
Any way and weather.
To fix broken wings,
New book to complete
From the torn leaves,
To develop brave dreams
Tenderly as from feather
We are growing grains
To teach young brains
Friendly live together.
© Copyright: Людмила Казакова 3, 2018
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