My sky had open to me all the roads
And music’s singing and cold’s leaving
And memories had been forgiven
And wind blew the sails of all boats
My shadow like a small pilgrim
Who’s whispering - go through the doubts
Keep going to pick of the mountain
Where the wood'd been full of brothers Grimm
Stone jungle
© Copyright: Оксана Риарден, 2020
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