You fly
So high you never see
The ground.
You touch the clouds
And stay
Around.
It's turbulent,
But it's the only
Way out.
You keep trying
To forget your
Endless doubt.
You fly
And the Earth is so far
Away.
Your dreams
Of the future
Shine like
Cold rays.
You fly
Above the fields
Of your coloured past,
You see
How your pain
Turns into dust.
*Devoted to all refugees in the world who do their best to change their lives and start once again, in peace.
*UN international refugee day - 20 June
A long way through the wind
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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