Shine a light
Over seas, woods and fields,
We are inclined
To fly on fresh and transparent air.
Have a look
At green bogus
Which conceals beauty
Among grey stones.
Your flight
Is irrelevant to philosophy,
But while I read your look,
I add new melodies to it.
You hunt for
Tiny houses, numerous rare names
That you take with you
To the sky - immense,
Turquoise blue.
The sky talks
With the force
Of your friery-red
Burning trace.
Dragon s flight
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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